Pothead Angry Son
There's An Angry Son, He's Smilin' Grimly
at Me
he's Got A Gun In His Hand, He's Gonna
let Me See
i'm Gonna Run To Hide, Under The Fallen
tree
and I Scream,"why Can I Be?"
there's A Blue Old Man With A Gaping
mouth
he Wants To Swallow Me Up, He Wants
to Spit Me Out
he Takes Me To The Other Side, The Light
of His Mind
so Cold, You Just Can't Hide
