Pot and prostitutes
Is where my money is always spent
Escorts and bags of buds
Instead of payin' my late rent
I get butterflies in my stomach
As I'm sittin' there alone
And before I can control it
My hand is reaching for the phone
A dealer or a lady is what I'm tryin' to find
And if Mary Jane were one and the same
I sure as hell wouldn't mind
But it's stems and seeds for me
I can't seem to get the warmth I need
Alone again and stoned at home
Because of sex and THC
Mother Nature don't give a shit
About the things she reproduces
That's why she made a thinking beast like me
It's to confuse us
Empty - V or reality, I'd rather not decide
I'll wait and see what happens to me
When I get to the other side
There's beauty in a sack of green
And a girl with too much rouge
But there's a price to pay unseen
Until you've paid your dues
You never know what you're getting
'Til you've seen that girl or bag
When they're gone you feel burned out
Alone and cold and sad
Cigarettes and phone sex
Were never good enough for me
And why seek ladies in the streets
When there's an agency
That will cater to every whim
Except they don't sell dope
It's dirty brown shake and skeezer trim
For this old misanthrope
Bargain Town - Mary Jane Lyrics
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Pot and prostitutes
Is where my money is always spent
Escorts and bags of buds
Instead of payin' my late rent
I get butterflies in my stomach
As I'm sittin' there alone
And before I can control it
My hand is reaching for the phone
A dealer or a lady is what I'm tryin' to find
And if Mary Jane were one and the same
I sure as hell wouldn't mind
But it's stems and seeds for me
I can't seem to get the warmth I need
Alone again and stoned at home
Because of sex and THC
Mother Nature don't give a shit
About the things she reproduces
That's why she made a thinking beast like me
It's to confuse us
Empty - V or reality, I'd rather not decide
I'll wait and see what happens to me
When I get to the other side
There's beauty in a sack of green
And a girl with too much rouge
But there's a price to pay unseen
Until you've paid your dues
You never know what you're getting
'Til you've seen that girl or bag
When they're gone you feel burned out
Alone and cold and sad
Cigarettes and phone sex
Were never good enough for me
And why seek ladies in the streets
When there's an agency
That will cater to every whim
Except they don't sell dope
It's dirty brown shake and skeezer trim
For this old misanthrope
Is where my money is always spent
Escorts and bags of buds
Instead of payin' my late rent
I get butterflies in my stomach
As I'm sittin' there alone
And before I can control it
My hand is reaching for the phone
A dealer or a lady is what I'm tryin' to find
And if Mary Jane were one and the same
I sure as hell wouldn't mind
But it's stems and seeds for me
I can't seem to get the warmth I need
Alone again and stoned at home
Because of sex and THC
Mother Nature don't give a shit
About the things she reproduces
That's why she made a thinking beast like me
It's to confuse us
Empty - V or reality, I'd rather not decide
I'll wait and see what happens to me
When I get to the other side
There's beauty in a sack of green
And a girl with too much rouge
But there's a price to pay unseen
Until you've paid your dues
You never know what you're getting
'Til you've seen that girl or bag
When they're gone you feel burned out
Alone and cold and sad
Cigarettes and phone sex
Were never good enough for me
And why seek ladies in the streets
When there's an agency
That will cater to every whim
Except they don't sell dope
It's dirty brown shake and skeezer trim
For this old misanthrope
Writer: Christopher Morrison
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