Sometimes people are just strange, but some’ve also got the power to change:
There was Kieran, hearin’ me tearin’ and me steerin’ for more beer n’
when his story shocked my glory and made me think—like “I’m almost forty,”
As if my life was over, and I wasn’t rollin’ in clover, I realized that I’m just a stoner!
But what to do? I’m already screwed! Then it hit me, like, “Dude! Stop being so rude!”
So his life seemed so cool, while I just drooled and thought about school. Zac, you fool!
But he goes there too, so now what do I do, now that I’m without that excuse?
Meanwhile he’s got his own style that I wish I could follow for more than a mile.
While he’s touching ivory, his life gets more lively and he’s gettin’ real smiley—
which then got me thinkin’ ‘stead of drinkin’ and sinkin’
deep in this hole, like the one in my soul, which is so damn cold!
So I’m trying to fix it, nix it, hell even tricks it. [Golem Voice] But a life full of strife ain’t easy to fix without just using a knife!
[Can he even say that?]So suicide has been an issue!? What, you need a tissue?
I’m not bleedin’ now so don’t you be screamin’ “How!?”
And so I’ll say to Jesus: “Hey, I found my way, just the other day,
and didn’t need you to tell me what to do, so screw you, you foo’”.
So now how’s life?
It’s pretty much the same—rather tame—very lame, but I’m glad I came
this far, that far—tomorrow my feet will hit the tar as I raise the bar and open this Pandora’s jar.
But Kieran got me motivated—got me educated—and soon I’ll be graduated.
He filled his days so that he doesn’t stay in one place for more than a “Hey!”
But that’s just his way. I’m more afraid… or just laid… back, like Jack as he takes down this door with an axe.
[Heeeeeeeeeeere’s Johnny!]
So now I sleep without a peep but maybe I’m in too deep—
Now I’ve got to pay the tolls for these goals ‘stead of just smokin’ more bowls.
But the weed is so sweet, it’s like a treat for me being neat and filling out that last sheet.
So I use weed as an incentive? It makes me more pensive than defensive.
I don’t wanna stop smoking, I’d rather keep toking and joking and folking and poking at the holes in my soul from the strolls that I took to find me a dealer… can I make this any clearer?
But I know it’s true, that this shit needs to be through, or I’ll be out with no shoes
Living in a box with no clocks, just me and my talks
And what’ll I say, except that I regret that day when I forgot the way… OK!
So what’s it gonna be? You gonna read a book tonight or drink till you can’t see? What about the weed… there’s something I don’t really need. Another beer and I’ll tear… another toke and I’m broke…
So I’ll make the most out of everyday. I’ll be the host of this new par-tay.
I’ll set the cruise to coast and soon I’ll boast that I turned around the most… almost.
There’s one thing I wanna make clear, before I hop in that seat and steer—
I’m nothing but sincere and I’ll never shed a tear for the things I did on this frontier, ya hear? Yeah.
