When I sing of love It's not quite the same Why release the dove When you can sell it again? When I speak of peace I spell it with an 'I' Like what you will receive If you choose to comply I might grow my hair long Live off of the land Welcome you to my farm Where all the apples go bad I love to roll in the green Of California Of the 10 dollar bills I'll made from you today When I close my eyes Everything feels still But when you close your eyes I just make for the hills When I strike a deal I strike it hard then down Lie, cheat, and steal Just what my mindset allows I might smoke all day long Live off of the land Welcome you to my farm Where all the apples go bad I love to roll in the green Of California Of the 10 dollar bills I'll made from you today