When I was a youngin', well, I didn't need nothin' 'Cept the food in my stomach, and the clothes on my back Now I'm a grown man, well, a practically grown man And I'm ridden with vices, I'm a train off its tracks Well, I'll smoke myself silly, I'll smoke myself dead I'll smoke myself straight up and out my own head I'll smoke 'till I practically can't smoke again But you bet your bottom dollar, that if you came a-hollerin' Well, I'd holler right back with a joint in my hand I wasn't made to move a mile a minute If the world could just quit it, well, it'd mean the damn world I'm tryin' my best, but I can't seem to try So I guess I just lied, shit, I need me a toke Well, I'll smoke myself silly, I'll smoke myself dead I'll smoke myself straight up and out my own head I'll smoke 'till I practically can't smoke again But you bet your bottom dollar, that if you came a-hollerin' Well, I'd holler right back with a joint in my hand Well, I'm helpless and hopeless, I'm a do-nothin' deadbeat And it's frozen in concrete, there ain't nothin' I can do At least that's what I'm told, and so, when I grow old I'll a-smoke myself silly while a-diggin' my grave