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.