Mary Jane

Pot and prostitutes Is where my money is always spent Escorts and bags of buds Instead of payin' my late rent I get butterflies in my stomach As I'm sittin' there alone And before I can control it My hand is reaching for the phone A dealer or a lady is what I'm tryin' to find And if Mary Jane were one and the same I sure as hell wouldn't mind But it's stems and seeds for me I can't seem to get the warmth I need Alone again and stoned at home Because of sex and THC Mother Nature don't give a shit About the things she reproduces That's why she made a thinking beast like me It's to confuse us Empty - V or reality, I'd rather not decide I'll wait and see what happens to me When I get to the other side There's beauty in a sack of green And a girl with too much rouge But there's a price to pay unseen Until you've paid your dues You never know what you're getting 'Til you've seen that girl or bag When they're gone you feel burned out Alone and cold and sad Cigarettes and phone sex Were never good enough for me And why seek ladies in the streets When there's an agency That will cater to every whim Except they don't sell dope It's dirty brown shake and skeezer trim For this old misanthrope