His sacrifice was not in vain
Though he died because of an abscessed
Brain
A junkie dreamt
Of his lament
When I die
I shall go to a land
Where the cocaine is clean
And I’ll smoke my pot only when it’s
At the darkest of green
Here all the angels are junkies
And the Christ is so hip
that for the crime of my bootlegged
Wine
He’ll demand two sips
Yes, come to my heaven where all
The junkies walk free…and
Remember all you potheads out
There
The smoke is on me…
