Well, we're standing in the kitchen   And we're cooking us some chicken   And the house is burning down   And we don't really care       See the children of the dealers   They're all kissing their dead daddies   And their eyes are seeing backwards   They can't hear but they can sigh       Exploding butterflies hit and run   Evil Knievel jumped the gun      Well, as far as I'm concerned   They all do it because they want to   So don't come around my backyard   Smoking marijuana