In the blue shade, of a smiling cane. We have a hit for a pipe, maybe 'slightly more. We have hope and all that is doomed and dies. Úúúúúú ... We had the car, hummocks and arguments. And perhaps a drop into the gla** of time. But what is it, compared to good pharmaceutical gra**. Úúúúúú ... And then when springtime rolls around. Then I take flight, and I do smoke. It is my belief, and staplehold in the game of life.