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Well, looks like I'm about to be dead
From about fifty five grains of lead
There's a red dot on my chest
Looks like they got me
This little cabin in the woods
Well, it sure did serve me good
I was seeing if I could
Build me my kingdom
Oh, me and this army of one
With a letter to a senator and a pellet gun
Was almost the epicenter of a new revolution
I was gonna steal an F-35
Right after I wrote the Bill of Rights
See, there's a whole lot to do
When you become a politician
Oh, me and this jimsonweed
Oh, me and this jimsonweed
I'd ally with everyone but France
They could change my mind with wine, perchance
And I'd be the dictator of this here patch of pine trees
Now Uncle Sam's gone and crushed my dreams
Talkin' about a Class D felony
They say this ain't even a cabin
Wouldn't you believe it?
They're sayin, sir, why don't you have pants?
You're in the middle of a Lowe's by the grills and plants
Can you please stop whisperin' about the government and leave?
Look, I know they're with the FBI
Looks like I got away this time
I'll try again later tonight
After I sleep off this jimsonweed
Oh, me and this jimsonweed
Oh, me and this jimsonweed