There's a knot in my rainbow
The colors are askew
There's too much yellow
and not enough blue
The fairies are a'fightin'
over the pot of gold
Here comes the rastafarians
Itchin' to get involved
Dreadlocked and loaded
surfin' waves of speed
This won't be pretty
Someone's gonna bleed
Don't mess with the fairies
they ain't got no class
If you turn your back
they'll shoot you in the ass
The rastafariens just
didn't stand a chance
When you arm a fairy
bullets will dance
So now the rainbows gone
and so is the gold,
but you can still smoke the pot
if you know how to roll
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