One man\'s paradise,
Is another man\'s hell,
Trapped in the remeanal,
When your dreams are in the stars,
If every cocaine line was your coca tea,
Every methbulb your khat quid,
Every clubdrug was all night sacrament dancing,
If every chronic pain suffer ran through poppy red and smell floral smells dehydrating,
If every bit of kiddy coke was coca leaf,
If every window pane was spored by your own hand,
If getting rich wasn\'t called healing,
And all these doctors would have to learn how to grow,