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.