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Reverend and the Makers feat. Howard Marks
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Good morning Reverend... It's, uh, Howard Marks calling Look You really musn't release this track, mate Or even play it live You're glorifying drugs, like You're saying they're... cool But don't forget drugs make people irrational Drugs make people irrational Especially those people who don't take them... Like your mother So my mum knows about the weed I smoke It's the E's and coke make her mad, y'know That make her wanna flip And make her smack some blow Raining blows on those she knows My mum says "son, stop" But she don't know about the pills I got E's from a geezer make you rock And they hit the top when the bassline drops I think I drink too I think I snort too I think I smoke too much And if I sink to my knees I ought to Get me some hope and such If we pray, pray We pray and pray We pray that it'll go away But I can't help praying that I wish you'd stay Then we could just get fucked for days C'mon then, let's get mashed Let's get muntered Let's get trashed Let's go out and blow some cash On shit we don't need C'mon then, let's get mashed Let's get muntered Let's get trashed Let's go out and blow some cash On shit we don't need My mum don't know about the E's I pop The weed I smoke She knows but she thieves a lot So much coke in my nose it could easy rot Now you know why I'm para when I see the cops Stop! I've got to hide my shit Before they find my shit And I don't wanna loan it to anyone because I really like my shit You know I'm stoned I'm a sky-high-atrist So if you're feeling low Then take a try of this C'mon then, let's get mashed Let's get muntered Let's get trashed Let's go out and blow some cash On shit we don't need C'mon then, let's get mashed Let's get muntered Let's get trashed Let's go out and blow some cash On shit we don't need My mum knows about the weed I burn She's just learned She's heard the word Must've had a word with a dicky-bird Who's told her I'm a junkie?! Mum says "son, please" I said "mother, it's not like I'm diseased, Every now and then we take a couple of E's And get a little funky" I think I drink too I think I snort too I think I smoke too much And if I sink to my knees I ought to Get me some hope and such C'mon then, let's get mashed Let's get muntered Let's get trashed Let's go out and blow some cash On shit we don't need C'mon then, let's get mashed Let's get muntered Let's get trashed Let's go out and blow some cash On shit we don't need C'mon then, let's get mashed Let's get muntered Let's get trashed Let's go out and blow some cash On shit we don't need C'mon then, let's get mashed Let's get muntered Let's get trashed Let's go out and blow some cash On shit we don't need