I love an Ounce of wild more then an ounce of gold,
And they destroyed the mining equipment with relief,
Threw away their designer chemicals for ancient sacrament,
So what profit isn\'t there?
Trade u salmon for logs,
Liquor for peace flowers,
Old boring suits,
For free flowing silk,
Doesn\'t matter what they say,
They were drunk anyway,
When they wrote the alcoholic laws,
And drank the blood of their savior,
Wiseman or criminal?
We will see with time,
Who laughs the last,
And sings the best,
to powerful soul medicine