hash 2

down on the shores of saint georges bay
they lick a paper most every day
beyrouth in the martyrs square
i know you can find hash dealers there
got that brother dark and lovely

high valley in the mountains fair
hash growing most everywhere
you dig a stone from an ancient rome
buy you a kilo and take it on home
brother in your pocket will sing in your head

in the brothel where the air is sweet
we smoke hash when we go to sleep
to make a shape is a wonderful thing
got to find it for paper and save it for later
while the brother is going to pieces

and see the deputy in his chamber
that the minister must remember
everybody will get paid
by the neighborhood smuggler babe
when the brother wears camouflage

so on the streets of the old uk
white card filter is your only play
walking out on the abbey road
my brother can carry that heavy load
when he finally gets to burning