Stoner

You look around and your whole world is black and blue

And the spice that everyone is toking

Turns around and laughs in your face

I hear it calling your name

There is no guilt in your shame

There is a banging

Somebodies at the door

Your motivation disappears with the sun

And now you're rolling up the windows

Gonna butter up your lungs and your brain

Miss Jane will treat you real fair

Mary will numb you with care