 We do eat compliments of the time, no wanna see no bill Let the damn phone ring, observing the plant looking so tranquil Heard sirens before and I ain't scared no more Just a weed of full living, keen and pure Two pound is not enough, I definitely want more Give me the telephone, child, let's make a telly where the cure I may not be familiar with how the country run Look how them fighting sensey men are making way for God to come Mashing up the heart of all the heapers, so-o-o-o