Smash down my door six in the morning come the law To protect me from myself and my wicked ways And relieve me of my draw I grew some seed, I grew some seed While nature dies through corporate greed While you distribute dangerous drugs People in the third world die from need Spare the lectures on what's good for me With your phosphorous bombs and your "Zyklon-B" And your pharmaceutical companies And your biocide society Let's get it right, if we put the bricks and the bottles aside And talk about the truth What they represent has to crush the youth Toting guns, toting guns sposed to get the bad men on their toes Trigger-happy hooligans in uniforms Death follows where they go Controlled substance abuse But what about the chemicals they use? Pesticide, insecticide, fossil fuel infanticide There is no trust; everybody knows the law deals drugs There's no respect, the people know that the state deals death This ain't no joke everybody knows that the law punts dope Fear the rope, fear the rope, work for the firm or lose all hope!