God is high

by Ginger Ozawa   Jun 18, 2011


Smoking marijuana
Hosanna, Hosanna
who are you to blame
when you lose you aim?
you gotta go around
you wanna be on the list
you don't wanna go down
God is sitting down, telling you smoke this

God is high, God is high in heaven
smoking weed, being happy with a dozen

accuracy hits nothing at all
unready to see, unready to fall
the charlatans kissing with saints
soar high and reach a star

God is high, God is high in heaven
keep smoking, I'll be there in a second

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