And wallow with your slacker friends
As you get stoned with them.
Little rolling papers are all you really need.
So welcome to our Brave New World
Of regulated weed.
Remember Justin's papa, that old roué Pierre?
He sent us to our bedrooms,
Said the state had no place there.
While we were getting busy, like horny bees in hives,
His state was regulating every aspect of our lives.
Oh, puff the marijuana, Justin's the P.M.
And frolic with your slacker friends
As you get stoned again.
Little rolling papers are all you really need.
So welcome to our Brave New World
Of regulated weed.
A campaign lasts forever--at least that's how it seems.
Justin captivated with his pixie dust and dreams.
He promised us "real change" and said that it was gonna fly.
And even if it doesn't, well, who cares?
We'll all be high.
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