Its the first thing i think of and the last thing at night,
If I had it my way i would be high as a kite,
Not ocassionally, spur of the moment or for a summers day,
But constant, relentless, going nowhere, in this house i shall just stay.
Turn on the Sky, give me H.D, let the brain dead shit take over my mind,
Light up and get stoned, pour the tea, "tar very much, you are too kind".
Not another damp patch, i cant take it for much longer,
Im not too fussy, i just wouldnt mind something stronger.
For the days of solid are now gone, it took the last train,
A one way ticket that i dont want to see, something to never corrupt my fragile brain.
Instead the bud is the choice,
A smoke that will stop that little voice.
You know the one that says"sort out the bills, call your Nan",
"The salad is better, stick to your plan".
Just light up a spliff and empty those thoughts,
I would rather drink tea and watch more Skysports.
Is there a negative? maybe there is?
is it going to the shop gets me allin a tizz?
Or is it more serious? Surely its not, I tell you, Frank can just kiss my arse!
Panic attacks, memory loss and munchies, it must be a farce.
Thats not right i'm fine with everything and everyone knows,
Shit! The door! Oh, i forgot, it's just Dominos'.
So dont be concerned and grab aslim skin,
Just grab me my smoke and let the nothingness begin.
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