




Down on the floor!
Now!
Whatcha' gonna do about it!
Nothin'!
Hah!
Down on the floor!
Now! (Good God, y'all!)
Whatcha' gonna do about it!
Nothin'!
Say it again, y'all!
There's a gun-toting narc in the meadow,
There's a gun-toting narc in the meadow,
Our crushed Constitution lies under his boot
And it looks like the G-man is ready to shoot
Oh, what a god-awful morning,
Oh, what a hideous day,
When Monticello was raided
By the corrupt DEA
Now the agents are swarming like hornets
Now the agents are swarming like hornets
Their stinger-like guns are raised high as my jaw
And it looks like they're aiming at Natural Law
Oh, what a suck-worthy morning,
Oh, what a
Now the SWAT team is storming in jackboots
Now the SWAT team is storming in jackboots
They've stolen the poppies with help from the staff
Which the papers report in a subparagraph
Oh, what a god-awful morning,
I think I'm ready to spew,
When Jefferson freedom
Died in a posthumous coup
Since that day, no one's said much about it
Since that day, no one's said much about it
But the bodies of Jefferson as well as Locke
Continue to spin in residual shock
Oh, what a horrible morning,
Oh, what a horrible day
When Monticello was raided
By the corrupt DEA 4
We're coming in,
We want the world to know,
We see that bag of Blow
We're coming!
We're coming in,
Let's check the hearth and rugs
You best say no to drugs!
There's a Drug War going on
And we've just got to diss
All the drugs that give you bliss
We're coming!
And if you like to use
You're gonna blow our fuse
We'll even check your shoes
We're coming in,
We want the world to know,
We see that bag of Blow
We're coming!
We're coming in,
Let's check the hearth and rugs
You best say no to drugs!
We'll stomp right through your door
And throw you to the floor
May I remind you we're at war?
We're coming!
And if we see a kid
He'll do just as we bid
Or else we'll blow our lid
We're coming!
And if the kid gets smart
Or starts to fall apart
We'll shoot him in the heart
We're coming!
And we must further stress
That if we've got the wrong address
We couldn't care much less
It was good for the Punjab rishis
It was good for the Punjab rishis
It was good for the Punjab rishis
And it's good enough for me!
We're the Drug War Generation
We Pee to Get Employed
We gave up all the freedoms
Our forebears once enjoyed
Anytime you hear that a psychoactive drug has not been proven to be effective, it's a lie. People can make such claims only by dogmatically ignoring all the glaringly obvious signs of efficacy.
When folks die in horse-related accidents, we need to be asking: who sold the victim the horse? We've got to crack down on folks who peddle this junk -- and ban books like Black Beauty that glamorize horse use.
Someone needs to create a group called Drug Warriors Anonymous, a place where Americans can go to discuss their right to mind and mood medicine and to discuss the many ways in which our society trashes godsend medicines.
The Drug War is based on two HUGE lies: 1) that prohibition has no downsides, & 2) that drug use has no upsides.
Countless millions suffer needlessly in silence because of America's fearmongering about drugs.
The DEA is still saying that psilocybin has no medical uses and is addictive. They should be put on trial for crimes against humanity for using such lies to keep people from using the gifts of Mother Nature.
Prohibitionists are responsible for the 200,000-plus killed in the US-inspired Mexican drug war in the 21st century.
The real value of Erowid is as a research tool for a profession that does not even exist yet: the profession of what I call the pharmacologically savvy empath: a compassionate life counselor with a wide knowledge of how drugs can (and have) been used by actual people.
AI is like almost every subject under the sun: it takes on a very different and ominous meaning when we view it in light of the modern world's unprecedented wholesale outlawing of psychoactive medicine.
"Politics is the art of looking for trouble, finding it everywhere, diagnosing it incorrectly, and applying the wrong remedies." -- Groucho Marx

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