Doperville

I'm going to tell you a story and I swear this stories true, If you don't believe me ask the blind man because I swear he saw it too... It's about a place like heaven, I call it Doperville... Where on the roadside bushes grows any kind of pill... Hydros, Perks, and Oxys, Uppers, downers to... Any mother fucking kind of pill you want to do... The rivers flow of Jim Beam and the puddles full of beer... Crystal meth raindrops are the only kind that we have here... The sheets and sheets of acid that line the building walls, and just a little ways down the street the cocaine waterfalls... The fields of shrooms and pot plants... Of all the shrooms there's not one dud... And the weed is the greenest, as sticky as kind bud... The rocks are full of opium so full sometimes they bust with wonderful fucking sand storms, they are made of angel dust... there is anything you want here and everything is free... And there is a willing fucking woman by every fucking tree... you never have to look for foil... And you always have a rig... And the dirt is made of heroin as much as you can dig...