As You Like It

Heroin and alcohol
And pills and weeds
Do,
As you like it;

In BOC and obscure alleys, the stuffs a'galore
In a swift flow, the stuffs surge
Just like those overflowing highland streams,
Just bribe the government dogs
How much will they worth?
How much—a shot, a day's shot?
Once again, flow upstream forcefully
When the kick's high
When the time's right
Nothing can compare
Not this land of death and destruction
Not this epicenter of tragedy;
Heroin and alcohol
And pills and weeds
Do,
As you like it.

In each locality it never stops surprising us
In each alley
To hell with the king's dry diktat
Five bucks, ten bucks, twenty bucks
Alcohol and animal, or say meat, somehow rhymes
Yell and puke and puke and puke in front of them
In the gates of power
They say it is the authority,
Is it authorised to smell the scum?
But it will not, never it will, for we can see
It is busy in the public display of fornication
Howl and agree;
Heroin and alcohol
And pills and weeds
Do,
As you like it.

In the forbidden localities
In each alleys
Lie the strips of pills
and chemicals and stuffs
See the folks with overfilled pockets
Of whites and blues and stripes
Mass hypnosis in different colours,
As thousands of sleepy eyes stare blankly
As thousands of hands scratch for happiness
Yeah! We are the pillar
We are the hope;
Heroin and alcohol
And pills and weeds
Do,
As you like it.

As in the lit, the society's visual
As in the stories of the old folks
We are in a fertile land
The fertile land of pots and grasses
We are in the fertile land of grass
The pots are the pillar of our root
The pots are the reason of our happiness
The tobacco leaves are the colourful attire
The strainers ensure all's well
The grass is our religion
Heroin and alcohol
And pills and weeds
Do,
As you like it.