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I smoked lots of weed when I was at High School. The guy I bought from was a really messed-up bastard. One day, he wrote a poem: "Speed, weed, and tiny e's (sic). Let's get fucked and talk to trees!". He charred those words into the side of his stash box with a blow-torch. This song is dedicated to him!
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Speed, weed and tiny es:
let's get fucked and talk to trees!
Fed on vodka; thrown through a door;
screw in his arm; watched him bore.
Shot a hole right through his wall.
Lobbed knives at us all.
Vodka, cocaine, mushrooms, pills.
Soapbar, vallies, heroin.
Vodka, cocaine, mushrooms, pills.
Soapbar, vallies, heroin.
Speed, weed and tiny es:
let's get fucked and talk to trees!
Cleaned my vomit off the floor.
Seemed to take seconds, took hours more.
Shot a hole right through his wall.
Lobbed knives at us all.
Vodka, cocaine, mushrooms, pills.
Soapbar, vallies, heroin.
Vodka, cocaine, mushrooms, pills.
Soapbar, vallies, heroin.
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