I Think God Smokes Weed

I think god smokes weed
 And he was high when he made me
 I can feel it in my DNA
 I think god smokes weed
 And he was high when he made me
 And I think he gave up halfway
 Before I was complete, as I understand
 God was making a mess of the man he planned
 In the face of defeat, he smoked a helping hand
 And said, "I'll just put him in a reggae band"
 I feel it in the beat when I'm on the stand
 I feel it in my feet when I'm in the sand
 I see it in the sunsets that might expand
 Into your mind, so you'll understand...
 I think god smokes weed
 And he was high when he made me
 I can feel it in my DNA
 I think god smokes weed
 And he was high when he made me
 And I think he gave up halfway
 Back in Catholic school, to my memory
 They made me feel (like) a fool through humility
 They said that god's infallible consistently
 Except for that one time he dropped that seed
 I hear that god's in you and me and all we see
 Assuming all the actions of my own body
 If that's the way it is, then you must agree
 Every time we rock the ganj, so does he