Nhạc sĩ: Alan Hull
Lời đăng bởi: 86_15635588878_1671185229650
I rolled a joint and crashed it on the floorWoe is me, I'll never roll a joint no moreI picked some speed and ran round in circlesA thousand miles, a thousand miles and maybe even moreI took a trip to find me a better selfBut I only found I'd merely lost all common senseMarijuana, why do you want to be constantlyVery close indeed to meIf you drive me mad, you'll make mother very sadAnd she maybe even cries, she maybe shed a tearWhen she sees my coffin go gliding by*