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.