Look at that reefer you hold in your hand Did it come from your backyard or from a foreign land The answer to the question is the latter of the two It came off the boat, hit the streets And somehow got to you
Drugs mean war they don't mean peace anymore We've got foreign bodies washing up domestic shores Drugs mean war they don't mean peace anymore Kids like you and me going down To the bad part of town just to get our score
The 60's were cool but out of them arose new need For goodies like cocaine, heroine, acid and speed Woodstock said OK to drugs Its obvious from the movie We'll pop a red, kick back with the Dead And everything'll look real groovy
Drugs mean war they don't mean peace anymore We've got foreign bodies washing up domestic shores Drugs mean war they don't mean peace anymore
