You Fire up the Weed. A song about a dysfunctional relationship.

FIRE UP THE WEED I’m embarrassed to say this relationship works Because we never talk Except for make me some eggs, bacon and toast And aren’t you gonna wear socks? To be honest and true what I like about you Is that you’re always high You don’t care if we never get out of the house And neither do I This must be the way we want it This must be what we need I’ll make the martinis And you fire up the weed I have so much guilt attached to how we began And that’s what silences me You were with someone else; I snatched you up for myself Like the last piece of meat Not that you didn’t jump at the chance Old dog that you are But I opened the door, patted the seat And said get in the car This must be the way we want it This must be what we need I’ll make the martinis And you fire up the weed I think that talking things through is overrated I’d rather be blue and medicated It took a few years and buckets of tears For me to understand Why your ex never once even complained When I took her man She was patiently waiting for a sucker like me To come onto the scene I did her a favor and she’ll be forever Grateful to me This must be the way we want it This must be what we need I’ll make the martinis And you fire up the weed We’ll keep each other out of circulation Doing mankind a very good deed (c) 2009 Tracy Newman BMI, Kabeauty Music Upright Bass: Dave Francis Acoustic guitars: Pat McGrath Pedal steel: Robbie Turner BGVS: Bryon Holley