Dreadlocks Of The Suburbs

[Verse 1]
Why don't you come to my room
While our daddies fucks with business
Ain't enough to fund my habits
They look like alcoholic rabbits
Ever had a load of [?]
And loosen up like all the folks do
But now you're [?]
Have a bong or do it tonight

[Chorus 1]
And oh, oh, be a dreadlock of the suburbs
And oh, oh, be a dreadlock of the suburbs

[Verse 2]
So we've read about the Rastas
And about Haile Selassie
I don't know too much about him
He knows a lot cause he's an intern
Ain't that sound muy supremo
Oh, wait a minute, call it ganja
'Cause they call it that in High Times
Got to keep up with the new world

[Chorus 2]
'Cause oh, oh, I'm a dreadlock of the suburbs
And oh, oh, I'm a dreadlock of the suburbs
And oh, oh, let's be a dreadlock of the suburbs
And oh, oh, I'm a Rasta rich kid

[Bridge]
Forget your stoned status
Listen up misfit
So we can feel so high
Until we can't say a word
'Cause we're so cool
And so, so cheap
The love for [?]

[Verse 3]
Don't wanna hurt your daddy's [?]
There's Rasta kids in Bangladesh
But I'm a bleeding heart liberal
Wish I was starving in Jamaica
It looks so trippy in the pictures
Especially when you're stoned
Let's escape to the promised land
In my daddy's Porsche Coupe

[Chorus 3]
And oh, oh, time for dreadlocks of the suburbs
And oh, oh, time for dreadlocks of the suburbs
And oh, oh, be a dreadlock of the suburbs
Because oh, oh, we're holier than thou

[Outro]
The more things change, the more they stay the same
The more things change, the more they stay the same
The more things change, the more they stay the same
The more things change, the more they stay the same
The more things change, the more they stay the same