The Pointless, Yet Poignant Crisis Of A Co-ed Lyrics

I'm not a leader
I'm not a left-wing, rhetoric mobilizing force of one
But there was a time way back many years ago, in college, don't laugh
But I thought I was a radical
I ran the Hemp Liberation League with my boyfriend
It was true love, with a common cause
And besides that, he was a Sagittarius

We used to say that our love was like hemp rope
Three times as strong as the rope that you buy domestically
And we would bond in the face of oppression from big business and the deans
But I know there was a problem, every time the group would meet
Everyone would light up
That made it difficult to discuss glaucoma, human rights
Not to mention chemotherapy

Well sometimes, life gives us lessons sent in ridiculous packaging
And so I found him in the arms of a Student Against the Treacherous Use of Fur
And he gave no apology
He just turned to me, stoned out to the edge of oblivion
He didn't pull up the sheets, and I think he even smiled as he said to me:

"Well, I guess our dreams went up in smoke - heh, heh"

And I said "No, our dreams went up. . . in dreams . . .
You stupid pothead."

And another thing
What kind of a name is Students Against the Treacherous Use of Fur?
Fur is already dead
And besides a name like that doesn't make a good acronym

I am older now
I know the rising gradual fall of a daily victory
And I still write to my senators saying they should legalize cannabis
And I should know, 'cause I am a horticulturist
I have a husband and two children out in Berkeley

And my ex-boyfriend can't tell me I've sold out
Because he's in a cult
And he's not allowed to talk to me