Weeds, the apple of my irony In time you open up your wounds So you've got something to cauterize weeds I'm growing lines around my eyes They're called smile lines Is that how I got mine? We can grow out of our shoes There's no time so there's no time To lose on this fireball We're riding on we're firing on Weeds, so many bars and resting haunts So many here so many gone If walls could talk they'd say we can grow out of our shoes there's no time So there's no time to lose on this fireball we're riding on
