The leaf is the truth
the truth in your mind

A truth that only you can see
So true to me and free

This freedom in my mind and soul
I never wish to let it go

The bong sor ound
so colorful and large

Takes you to the other worlds
where little men dance around

The freedom the leaf gives
so grand and pure

Yet the MAN wants to get rid of us
Like seeds in a bag

We are nothing to them
Just ants in a stream

This world we see and feel
It is but a dream

We live it and see it but still we know
Fuch Bush and the government, lets take a toke.