Why don't you come to my room   Had enough of being fucked by business   Ain't enough to fund my habits   Looks like alcohol so grab it      Had enough of being uncool   Loosen up like all the folks do   Like a lumberjack in my eyes   Have a bottle or two tonight      And oh, oh, be a dreadlock of the suburbs   And oh, oh, be a dreadlock of the suburbs      Some peyote and ferascas   And a new Havana philosophy   I don't know too much about him   He knows how to make it never-ending      With a stash that's supremo   He's got any colors going   I took out an ad in High Times   Got to keep up with the new world      Because oh, oh, I'm a dreadlock of the suburbs   And oh, oh, I'm a dreadlock of the suburbs   And oh, oh, I'm a dreadlock of the suburbs   Because oh, oh, I'm a Rastafarian      Forget your social status   Listen up misfit   We can be so high   Where you can't say a word   Because we're so cool, we're someone      Okay, there it is, listen up      Looking through all my pictures   Especially in the South   Got a stake in the promised land   Until my Daddy strikes the gold      And oh, oh, be a dreadlock of the suburbs   And oh, oh, be a dreadlock of the suburbs   And oh, oh, time for the dreadlocks of the suburbs   'Cause oh, oh, I want to hold you right now      The more things change, the more they stay the same [x4]