I can't drink and I can't smoke,
I can't think cause I can't toke...
I was on the road to destruction,
Didn't know which way to go...
I think of all the poets
who sit alone and cry...
The red rose by day,
that turns hearts to clouds...
Turn your back to me,
You can't face the truth...
Weary-eyed, and forlorn,
With the creeping Sun...
I know you might miss me, but I don't care,
To ask for another chance, oh you wouldn't dare...
One, two,
Aching for me to seduce you...
Play with your words
Like they touch the hearts...
We are all good friends,
we've been through a lot...
One two,
where are you...
A fine lean equivalent instinctual colorful...
Stop the cloud of black that pounds on your...