Trapped in skyscraper office space
Take your break, escape in haste
I'd walk a mile for that great taste
Of my brand I least sing
Standing there in pears and trees
Chattering teeth and trembling knees
We French inhale and then we sneeze
And suddenly it's spring
We're the new street people
We're the ones you see
Standing outside smoking
Where the air is free
So far you've had just two today
Maybe you've come a long, way
Down 40 flights, what can I say?
Just to get that hint
We stand around the helpless ones
With the homeless, the winos, the bums
We teach us how to suck our thumbs
Show us how to quit
Ostracized in restaurants,
aeroplanes and public haunts
Deprived of our most cherished wants,
that is to say the weed
We see the billboards
and we long to live there,
that's where we belong
Where looking cool is never wrong,
and it's normal to need
We're the new street people
We're the ones you see
Standing outside smoking
Breathing free
A thousand toxic natural shocks
Filter flavor flip top box
Thank God when it's five o 'clock
That's when we go home
Behind closed doors every night
Matches flare and lighters light
There we exercise the
right to be left alone
Rooms fill up with acrid haze
We fill up our favorite ashtrays
It's just like the good old bad days
We own the air in here
But tomorrow we'll be back outside
Out on the street where
we can't hide
Stripped of dignity and pride
Sucking cigs in fear
We're the street people,
we're the ones you see
Standing outside smoking weed
Why? Why can't I breathe?