We like to smoke pot, we like it a lot   Our small eyes are tearing for what we have not   Our small eyes are tearing for what we have not      The nice pipe is here, a lighter is near   I won't become freaked out, fear not, sister dear   I won't become freaked out, fear not, sister dear      We miss the blue sky, it is cold we will cry   Our being mind is waning and we now know why   Our being mind is waning and we now know why      We want to feel warm yet outside the norm   We want to be cradle-held and then to be reborn