161. Veins Of Life

False arse pilgrims stand and glance at the chance
That they are given half an ounce.
They strive to hold what they need
Half ounce of weed to fuel their existence.
That they bought an a pittance.

Now they hold what they have dear
And cry because the life they wanted
Was so very near.
Yet so far.
And they want what they can't have,
So hit the store to get their daily score.

Ploughing into the veins of life
They've abandoned the trivialities of their wife
And still set up stalls in disbandoned allotments
To push the gear to kids half their age.

Same story goes for the elders of the revolution.
They like to think that they are on the edge of absolution.
But they laugh and then they cry
Into the cups of Children's lives.
They decree that simplicity is the key to the world.

Now they hold what they have dear
And cry because the life they wanted
Was so very near.
Yet so far.
And they want what they can't have,
So hit the store to get their daily score.

Follow the path of life
We've known the truth for sometime.
And still preach the god revered words.
To push to kids now out and about Stoned in trees.

The end of the line comes to the elders.
Fighting for the truth and the others.
They gave all they could for this world.
Yet they are availed at the kids in the mirth.
Stand up shout loud - They are the real lives in this town.

Now they hold what they have dear
And cry because the life they wanted
Was so very near.
Yet so far.
And they want what they can't have,
So hit the store to get their daily score.