1973

You can write all the poem you want
When you're a pace from Demension Command

The splurge of what you are
Takes this kind of shit

And turns it into a cavernous Chewbacca doll
That stoners come to live in

Got stoners? Try songs with freedom in them
They also work on the hype machine

Until you are a big wagging tree
Reggae will have to perjure itself

The control vibrations take a while
But then they come

And in the background, a man is shouting