Novacaine, for the soul. Before I sputter out

The sky was gold, it was rose, I was taking sips of it through my nose

I love that cocaine, I love that cocaine

I’m all strung out on heroin on the outskirts of town.

You can smoke it you can chew it you can really get into it smoking pot.

I don’t get angry when my Mom smokes pot Hits that bottle and goes right to the rock.

I think you might be right, there are a couple of songs about drugs.