I could have stayed there 'til I died
Grow out of your walls, hothouse weed!
I could spend my life on the dole
Grow out of your walls, hothouse weed!
© 2000 Bruce V. Bracken
Studio on the Western Slide
All spoiled meat, circuits popped and fried
Just like you, hothouse weed, but why?
See how dry we are that you bleed!
Grow out of your walls, hothouse weed!
See how dry we are that you bleed!
No care for those from whom I stole
Ponzi's security when old
Just like you, hothouse weed, but why?
See how dry we are that you bleed!
Grow out of your walls, hothouse weed!
See how dry we are that you bleed!
