Rob Zombie — Shake Your Ass-Smoke Your Grass

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Well, I don’t need your Jesus freaks

Well, I don’t need your thought police

Well, I don’t need your saving soul

Well, I don’t need your mind control

Shake your ass, your ass

Smoke your grass, your grass

Shake your ass, your ass

Smoke your grass, your grass

Well, I don’t need your howling moon

Well, I don’t need your happy tune

Well, I don’t need your jetting set

Well, I don’t need your cigarettes

Shake your ass, your ass

Smoke your grass, your grass

Shake your ass, your ass

Smoke your grass, your grass

Come on, well, everybody

It’s time to feel alright

Come on, well, everybody

It’s time to feel alright

Well, I don’t want your O-J juice

Well, I don’t want your Lenny Bruce

Well, I don’t want your flying nun

Well, I don’t want your golden gun

Shake your ass, your ass

Smoke your grass, your grass

Shake your ass, your ass

Smoke your grass, your grass

Well, I’m a mad hatter, baby, ride a boogie machine

Blastin’ 8-track tapes when I’m on the scene

I’m a long-gone daddy in a boogaloo

And I stitch it all together with super glue

Shake your ass, your ass

Smoke your grass, your grass

Shake your ass, your ass

Smoke your grass, your grass

Come on, well, everybody

It’s time to feel alright

Come on, well, everybody

It’s time to feel alright