Walking down the road
Feeling kind of cold,
Feeling kind of old,
I looked into the sky and saw gold.
Walking down the road,
I saw people, all of the same fold,
From the same mold,
Their souls all are sold.
Walking down the road,
I listened to a man who told
The tale of the bold
And the goods they stole.
Walking down the road,
I stopped to watch a mole,
Digging his hole
He just goes with the flow.
Walking down the road,
I stopped to smoke a bowl,
I watched the traffic go,
And I decided to lay low.
