I rolled a joint and crushed it on the floor
Woe is me, I'll never roll a joint no more.
I took some speed and ran 'round in circles
A thousand miles, a thousand miles or maybe even more.
I took a trip to find me a better self
But I only found I'd merely lost all common sense.
Marijuana, why do you want me
Constantly? Very close indeed to me.
If you drive me mad, you'll make mother very sad
And she'll maybe even cry, she'll maybe shade a tear
When she sees my coffin go gliding by.