i wrote this for my friendly drug dealer when i was in my late teens, he was a good friend...he gave us drugs, he sold us drugs, he gave us drugs on loan....he was a good man
far away in a dream, in a heaven of mine
where the sky is sea blue, and the sun always shines
where the drugs grow from trees and they won't do no harm
we'll laze out in the sun, on your vitamin farm
we shall sweeten our tea, with a tea-spoon of speed
and the tea we shall make with dried opium leaves
and the poppies that come from the flowering plant
sit on top of our french loaf, as long as a branch
the flour is simply, the purest cocaine
we can eat all we like and no weight we shall gain
we are all content, happy and sure of ourselves
there's no jealousy, hatred, or bitter of mouths
anger, depression, they do not exist
without famine or illness no lives are at risk
in my heaven the bee's have no sting in their tails
there's no spiders, no worms and no slime leaving snails
we are friends with the lions
the birds sing us songs
and the monkeys roll spliffs for us....10 rizlas long!
we shall live as a family
animals and all
and with church all the weekend
we'll dance day till dawn
to the happiest hardcore we'll reach for the skies
and sing 'praise to the lord for this heaven of mine!..we are all truely grateful for vitamin E'!!!!
well
...it may not be real
..but
it don't hurt to dream