Beneath Grow Lights Thou Shalt Rise
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Cannabis Corpse
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about
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released 12 July 2011
Recorded by Phil Hall
Mixed by Eric Rutan at Mana Studios
Mastered by Alan Douches at West West Side
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- Track Name: Cannabis Corpse - Blame it on Bud
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BLAME IT ON BUD
Green oppression, our choices at their discretion
Control obsession, I think it's time we teach these politicians a lesson
No more excuses, we've had enough, we're out for blood
To save your lives you'll legalize
but still you...
Blame it on, blame it on, blame it on bud
Problems seen aren't from weed
Still they will blame it on bud
Crime is intertwined by the scoring of drugs, made to be thugs
They blame it on bud
Lies, a sign of our times, into their minds, decriminalize
or spill their blood
Dropouts, gangs, and teenage births
Depressed losers with no self-worth's
All the things that parents fear
All stem from drugs, TV and beer?
Well I ain't buying that, it gets me pissed
Nay-saying crooks- you're on our list
Until it's taxed, it is quite clear
Loss of profit is all they fear
Its time to gather in line leaving behind protesting signs
Getting our enemies high
Spreading of lies, arise, militarize, attack from all sides
Its coming to an end
Drop guillotines in crimson spurts
Stoners emerge on red alert
Dragged through the streets by toking bangers
Swing from the gallows by hemp-made hangers
Arm yourselves for coup d'etat
Marijuana militia martial law
We won't stop till all of them are dead