Just a Little Weed

Everything's still cold in the morning Everything's still here and the same All the people dissolve in a swarming Into a porridge made out of mud and grey And we all gotta go somewhere Somewhere now we will get paid And I am breathing in the cold air Just another foggy December day And right on time I see that good old friend of mine And he just knows exactly what I need And he shows me the way Nearby but still so far away And the grey admits defeat with just a little weed Just a little weed There's a big old man yelling at me And I don't really know what he wants Seems like he's just yelling to be yelling now Seems like he ain't looking for response But right on time I see that good old friend of mine And he just knows exactly what I need And he shows me the way Nearby but still so far away And I proceed with just a little Weed Just a little Weed And right on time I see that good old friend of mine And he just knows exactly what I need And he shows me the way Nearby but still so far away Satisfaction guaranteed with just a little weed Just a little weed