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Learn me to teach
Teacher who smokes reefer behind the church Convince me Jesus was not just a good man That he actually performed miracles Show me this on DVD tomorrow when no one is looking Not a picture of a picture of a picture in a cave A picture speaks a thousand words on paper It speaks four thousand in photoshop I see you see me bald With a comb in my back pocket You don't understand why I could tell you why I am very considerate when it comes to others bad hair days I hand the unshaven my comb and say here Then I have some resounding contentment Known I've done my good dead for the day It doesn't mean I'm off the hook I'm just trying to find the substance between dead and hook So far... I've combed to find out this hair called life has rats nests Learn me to be blessed Let's throw the moon by one end of it's crest Maybe this time we can boomerang it around Pluto We can do this It's not really a planet anymore So they profess These beeker bashers are in their labs Monkeying around with humanity I see the insanity It's wrapped in lettuce and named protein style It's an experiment It's the glass bubbling light grey smoke Being swashed around from tube to tube Flourscent shades of blue pink and mint Fusing baking soda with hydrogen peroixide Making a cure creating a disease Karaoke for the mute If you know what you were doing Household chemicals could make meth Destroying lives faster than they can clean them Learn me to be mischevious Like you pastor puffing that pipe On a Sunday Evening behind church After everyone else has gone home blessed So how was it I asked? He exhalled Most Potent And Church I ask? |
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its better to have the pastor puff a pipe than a peter
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Good one! |
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Loved it- very clever. I'm sure that pastor was very exhalted on high.
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Loved it- very clever. I'm sure that pastor was very exhalted on high.
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Edited by
calmguy3
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Wed 06/04/08 12:49 AM
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heres a little piece for fun
By golly i do declare preacher sparked his chronic with a flare from behind the church somewhere Soon he'll be thinking i'm all out of bud what am i without it must find fresh pot can i ever stop i've done it for so long went from a joint to a bong smokin that red hair By golly i do declare from behind the church somewhere |
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