Tired Fe Lick Weed in a Bush

Ooh, now, want to be free... Tired fe lick weed in a bush Tired fe lick pipe in a gully We want to come out in the open Where the breeze can blow it so far away To the north, to the south, To the eas', an' to the wes', to the wes' Talkin' about Jonestown, Trenchtown, concrete jungle, too From Waterhouse, that's the wes', that's the bes', that's the wes' From St.Ann's it comes to you The best kali weed you ever drew So why should you run and hide From the red seam, the blue seam, the khaki clothes, too, hmm Tired fe lick weed in a bush Tired fe lick chillum in a gully We want to come out in the open Where the breeze can blow it so far away To the north, to the south, To the eas', an' to the wes', to the wes', ooh now We want, we want to be free... From St.Ann's... [etc.]