"Look At That Reefer You Hold in Your Hand 
Did It Come From Your Backyard Or From a Foreign Land 
The Answer to the Question Is the Latter of the Two 
It Came Off the Boat, Hit the Streets 
And Somehow Got to You 

Drugs Mean War They Don’t Mean Peace Anymore 
We’ve Got Foreign Bodies Washing Up Domestic Shores 
Drugs Mean War They Don’t Mean Peace Anymore 
Kids Like You and Me Going Down 
To the Bad Part of Town Just to Get Our Score 

The 60’s Were Cool But Out of Them Arose New Need 
For Goodies Like Cocaine, Heroine, Acid and Speed 
Woodstock Said Ok to Drugs 
Its Obvious From the Movie 
We’ll Pop a Red, Kick Back With the Dead 
And Everything’ll Look Real Groovy 

Drugs Mean War They Don’t Mean Peace Anymore 
We’ve Got Foreign Bodies Washing Up Domestic Shores 
Drugs Mean War They Don’t Mean Peace Anymore 
This Ain’t no Kid Stuff, Or Woodstock 
Or Indian Folklore 

But Look At Our Brothers to the South 
Officials Walking On Tippy Toes 
Cuz Their Entire Central Government 
Is Going Straight Up Our Central Nose 
Looks Like Escobar and Mexicana 
Are the Men Now in Control 
Buying Or Killing Off Their Government 
In a Market Black As Coal 

Drugs Mean War They Don’t Mean Peace Anymore 
We’ve Got Foreign Bodies Washing Up Domestic Shores 
Drugs Mean War They Don’t Mean Peace Anymore 
Let’s All Watch Shifty-eyed Noriega 
Running Over Their On Channel Four 

Drugs Mean War They Don’t Mean Peace Anymore"