Weedking

Long live Rockathon

Offspring and tag-alongs were finding

The history book has lost its binding

Pages everywhere

Two titans without care would read them

We conjure ghosts and then we feed them

And if it all goes well we'll laugh a lot

And then take photographs

Of what we made, lemonade

Freedom cake, quick to bake

Trim the tree collectively

Breath the air from the fair

And watch colored lights shine down

Dancing 'round the lady's face

As we learned the sound

We can't keep this violent pace

Though we know that haste makes waste

And I'm giving you a ring

For the dreams of the weed king, we all sing

For the dreams of the weed king, we all sing

For the dreams of the weed king, we all sing

For the dreams of the weed king, we all sing

For the dreams of the weed king, we all sing

For the dreams of the weed king, we all sing (drink on)

For the dreams of the weed king, we all sing (yeah)

For the dreams of the weed king

Stop!