I can mingle with the stars, and throw a party on Mars.
I am a prisoner, locked up behind Xanac bars.
I have just boarded a plane, without a pilot.
And violets are blue, roses are red,
Daisies are yellow, the flowers are dead
Wish I can give you this feeling... I feel like buying
And if my dealer don't have no more, then...I feel like dying.
