When I was a youngin′, well, I didn't need nothin′

'Cept the food in my stomach, and the clothes on my back

Now I'm a grown man, well, a practically grown man

And I′m ridden with vices, I′m a train off its tracks

Well, I'll smoke myself silly, I′ll smoke myself dead

I'll smoke myself straight up and out my own head

I′ll smoke 'till I practically can′t smoke again

But you bet your bottom dollar, that if you came a-hollerin'

Well, I'd holler right back with a joint in my hand

I wasn′t made to move a mile a minute

If the world could just quit it, well, it′d mean the damn world

I'm tryin′ my best, but I can't seem to try

So I guess I just lied, shit, I need me a toke

Well, I′ll smoke myself silly, I'll smoke myself dead

I′ll smoke myself straight up and out my own head

I'll smoke 'till I practically can′t smoke again

But you bet your bottom dollar, that if you came a-hollerin′

Well, I'd holler right back with a joint in my hand

Well, I′m helpless and hopeless, I'm a do-nothin′ deadbeat

And it's frozen in concrete, there ain′t nothin' I can do

At least that's what I′m told, and so, when I grow old

I′ll a-smoke myself silly while a-diggin' my grave