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