And all the weed begins to grow,
It's like a garden full of snow.
And when the snow begins to fall,
It's like a bird upon the wall.
And when the bird away does fly,
It's like an eagle in the sky.
And when the sky begins to roor,
It's like a line at the door.
And when rhe door begins to crack,
It's like a stick across your back.
And when your back begins to smart,
It's like a pennknife in your heart.
And when your heart begins to blead,
You're dead and dead and dead inded....


Grttis till körkortet lillebror....
Nu är det bara att sno pappas bil och köra hit =D