High and dry
I write a lot, connect the dot
I lose my track making a plot
I cry and cry, I'm never high
I'm hung up on my last goodbye
The night is long, so sing a song
Stuff that green inside your bong
Roll that paper, smoke that vapor
For there is not a feeling greater
The sun is gone, the evil won
The war between you and a gun
The trigger's pushed, the bullet rushed
The skull is bleeding while it's crushed
But you're not dead, just like I said
The night is long my dearest friend