Well, the tip of my thumb
Has been whittled like wood
The way I'm abusin' the lighter

I'm a-self medicatin'
A-tokin' all day, and
A-tryna fight fire with fire

I'll live by the pipe and I'll die by it, too
At least that's how it seems to me

The grass, it's a burnin'
The gears, they're a churnin'
And that's how it always'll be
And that's how it always'll be

Well I'm dazed and confused
On the floor in my room
In the company of constant concern

Thinkin' through thoughts that have got me distraught
For a reason I couldn't discern
The reefer it does what it knows to do best
A-settin' my troubled mind free

The grass, it's a burnin'
The gears, they're a churnin'
And that's how it always'll be
And that's how it always'll be
Said I'll live by the pipe and I'll die by it too
At least that's how it seems to me

The grass, it's a burnin'
The gears, they're a churnin'
And that's how it always'll be
And that's how it always'll be
And that's how it always'll be