Something's in the weed, my friend
I'm seeing mother Mary
I'm closer to hell than the clouds are to heaven
Something's in the weed, my friend
I'm seeing mother Mary
Closer to hell than the clouds are to heaven
Something's in the weed, my friend

Nobody's listening to you speak
So why start a conversation with me
Can't you see, we're all asleep
I love my enemies
Because no one hates myself more than me
So I stop at segregation and proceed
Take what you need
I'm fast asleep

Something's in the weed, my friend
I'm seeing mother Mary
Closer to hell than the clouds are to heaven
Something's in the weed, my friend
I'm seeing mother Mary
Closer to hell than the clouds are to heaven
Something's in the weed, my friend

Foe feeble moral highs and lows
So go on take your pick that's how it goes
As for me, I'd rather stay home
I'm no hero to you
My mother's evil and the angels too
(My mother's evil and the angels too)
Something's in the weed, my friend
I'm seeing mother Mary
Closer to hell than the clouds are to heaven
Something's in the weed, my friend
I'm seeing mother Mary
Closer to hell than the clouds are to heaven
Something's in the weed, my friend
I'm seeing mother Mary
Closer to hell than the clouds are to heaven
Something's in the weed, my friend
I'm seeing mother Mary
Closer to hell than the clouds are to heaven

If I lose sight then I lose it all
(How's it called? Selfish)
Sometimes I don't think I'm cherished enough
(This is my process)

Something's in the weed, my friend
I'm seeing mother Mary
Says I'm closer to hell than the clouds are to heaven