Thrash Sabbath

Now that the workday is through
Time to see if my buddy came through
Whipping out a sack of fatties
Rally up the clan-let's party
Keggers to the left
Blunts being passed at right
Everybody here's having a good time
Meanwhile the neighbor across the street
Is being nosy and ain't too pleased

No fun is allowed
Drugs are the Devil's way
Drugs are bad, okay

Blazin' it to Chains, tellin' stories 'bout my day
Some call it bitchin', I just like to complain
Yet I can't help but get this feeling
My Spider-Senses are tingling
But I muddy them with a fucking ton
Of Mississippi Mud
And lots of bud
Meanwhile the neighbor across the street
reaches for the phone and calls the fucking cops

No fun is allowed
Drugs are the Devil's way
Drugs are bad, okay?

Hide the weed
Hide the bong
I'm not about to be caught by cops
Every sheriff from Morgan's at our door
Hide the weed
Hide the bong
I'm not about to be fucked by cops
Misdemeanor turns into a felony



Credits
Writer(s): Freddie Rodriguez
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