Whiskey, wine and weed... are all I’ll ever need To make sure that my heart it can be freed It’s the way that I am wound… keeps my feet square on the ground Reminds me that it’s me who chose to lead It’s true that I will bleed… just like water on a seed Grown on land that’s never seen a deed It’s the way that this all sounds… makes me sure that I am found While others are lost or drowning in their greed. It’s a lesson you should heed... but it’s one you’ll never read Before you sit down at the table set to feed It won’t matter where your bound... cause this circle it ain’t round On this chain theres is just one small shiny bead Ahh… Down this road we go.
