[Verse] Ashtray full The bowl is dry Eyes like coals Yet none comply "Not my turn " they all proclaim Round the circle Pass the blame [Chorus] Load it Smoke it No one owns it! Burn it down But who condones it? Each hand lazy No one’s brave— The bowl is empty The room's a grave [Verse 2] Sticky fingers Resin grime Excuses thick as smoke and time "Next time Bro " the chant repeats Yet none rise from their slothful seats [Prechorus] Is this the code we all defend? Freeload smoke until the end? [Chorus] Load it Smoke it No one owns it! Burn it down But who condones it? Each hand lazy No one’s brave— The bowl is empty The room's a grave [Bridge] Cracked lighter The spark's too weak Apathy's anthem No words to speak Green to ash But who will pay? The couch-bound stoners waste away!
