Life is a Buddha-field

CHORUS:
We are stoned, coughing to chestache we toke
No money, no ganja to smoke
Life is a Buddha-field
We love bongs, no one can tell us it's wrong
Smoking these buds for so long, both of us burning
Life is a Buddha-field

You're begging me for cash, and makin' me wait
Why do you cheat me so bad
It would help me to know how long this deal will take
Or should I call someone else
Believe me, yes truly, I can find another guy
But I'm trapped by your buds, cause they're making me high

We are stoned, coughing to chestache we toke
No money, no ganja to smoke
Life is a Buddha-field
We love bongs, no one can tell us it's wrong
Smoking these buds for so long, both of us burning
Life is a Buddha-field

We're out of of minds, will you help me stay awake
Or leave me to pass out?
And if I fall asleep, will you smoke 'til you get baked?
There's no way this evens out
But if we split the sack up, it won't do much good
Cause you've taken too much, much more than you should

We are stoned, coughing to chestache we toke
No money, no ganja to smoke
Life is a Buddha-field
We love bongs, no one can tell us it's wrong
Smoking these buds for so long, both of us burning
Life is a Buddha-field

(Break)

We are stoned, coughing to chestache we toke
No money, no ganja to smoke
Life is a Buddha-field
We love bongs, no one can tell us it's wrong
Smoking these buds for so long, both of us burning
Life is a Buddha-field


Original Love is a Battlefield by Pat Benatar

CHORUS:
We are young, heartache to heartache we stand
No promises, no demands
Love is a battlefield
We are strong, no one can tell us we're wrong
Searchin' our hearts for so long, both of us knowing
Love is a battlefield

You're beggin' me to go, and makin' me stay
Why do you hurt me so bad?
It would help me to know do I stand in your way
Or am I the best thing you've had?
Believe me, believe me, I can't tell you why
But I'm trapped by your love, and I'm chained to your side

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We're losing control will you turn me away
Or touch me deep inside?
And if all this gets old, will it still feel the same?
There's no way this will die
But if we get much closer, I could lose control
And if your heart surrenders, you'll need me to hold

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(Break)

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