Can't turn on the news, won't even check my feed
Everything is ruined, everyone is mean
Danger all around us, nothing as it seems
Only one thing left from the way it used to be
Jim smells like weed
Jim smells like weed
Jim smells like weed
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Can we stop pretending this is how we're meant to be
Active shooter training at the elementary
Everyone has used someone, it could be you or me
The sooner we admit that, the better off we'll be
But at least
Jim smells like weed
Jim smells like weed
Jim smells like weed
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah