Well, we're standin' in the kitchen   And we're cookin' us some chicken   And the house is burnin' down   And we don't really care       See the children of the dealers   They're all kissin' their dead daddies   And their eyes are seein' backwards   They can't hear but they can sigh       Exploding butterflies hit and run   E*** K****** jumped the gun         Well, as far as I'm concerned   They all do it 'cause they wanna   So don't come around my backyard   Smokin' marijuana