there is pot on my bible
1994 – RJC & TBD
There is pot on my Bible
there is beer on the floor.
There is a strange smelling smoke
going outside my door.
There is a whole world on fire
like an old Mercedes Benz
it is like hanging out drinking
with someone elses girl friend.
When Jane met Billy
or Jill met Sue
there is a whole world gone insane
sniffing airplane glue
it is like getting left alone
in a concentration camp
with Adolph and Stalin
and a bleach blond tramp.
But oh-oh can’t you see
someone with love is in love with me
and oh oh how do you do,
the pot on my Bible is for me and for you.
There is faith hear to please us
although we are left all alone
it is like a strange burning feeling
calling a different place your home.
When there is dot’s on the ceiling
and patterns on the wall
hoping that someone else is around
so they might catch you if you fall.
Because there are plastic politicians
airplanes crashing into the see
with all of these pleasures
sex is causing a disease
There are naturally born racists
a whole country loosing pride
a rock singer catastrophe
as we watch the music die
But oh oh can’t you see
someone with love is in love with me
and oh oh how do you do,
the pot on my Bible is for me and for you.





