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 a 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 knew there was a problem--
Every time the group would meet, everyone would light up
It made it difficult to discuss glaucoma
And human rights, not to mention chemotherapy

Well sometimes, life gives us lessons
Sent in ridiculous packaging
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"
"Uh-huh-huh-huh"
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!

Well I am older now,
I know the rise and gradual fall of a daily victory
And I still write to my senator saying they should legalize cannabis,
And I should know
'Cause I am a horticulturist,
I have a husband and three children out in Lexington, Mass.
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.