Weed

I was coming from the dealer with a pocketful of weed,

The man is always there in my hour of need,

And I ducked into a doorway as the blue and white rolled by,

Heaven knows I am such a lucky guy

Down the high street, past the butchers, where the boozer lay in wait,

I walked through that hallowed portal to meet my fate,

In the corner by the jukebox, nursing half a pint of mild,

There she was, the original wild child

Roll it right, pass it around, roll it right, pass it around

There is nothing like the feeling when all the dots connect,

When you're more than ready for what might come next,

In a world built on illusion, reality bites deep,

Caught between oblivious bliss and troubled sleep

Roll it right, pass it around, roll it right, pass it around

While I still hold down the day job, while I still can pay the rent,

It's no one else's business how my money's spent,

There is life and there is living and all the places in between,

But you'll never catch me in some loser's dream

Roll it right, pass it around, roll it right, pass it around,

Roll it right, pass it around, roll it right, pass it around