The art school babe quotes William Blake as she rolls a joint, then I think that I'll score.
To the field we are scattered from the day we are born to grow wild and sleep rough til from the earth we are torn.
I got that idea from being in India. I always like the chanting.
We are the Draft Beer Preservation Society.
Oh, demon alcohol, sad memories I can't recall.
Accept your life and what it brings, I know tomorrow you find better things.