This is your life - you must die by yourself, so for heaven's sake, live for yourself and no one else. . . .
Evil man make me kill you.
Businessmen they drink my wine, come and taste my herb.
Butterflies and zebras And moonbeams and fairy tales That's all she ever thinks about Riding with the wind.
Let me live my life the way I want to.
Have you ever been experienced? Not necessarily stoned, but beautiful.