sanpaku

now i used to smoke the twine

and i used to chop the line

every morning pay the fine

wake up red-eye from the wine

then a bird taught me to sing

and i met the lotus king

and my residence was through

in the land of sanpaku

i chewed the root until my brain was fried

i can't remember all the highs i tried

i always crashed no matter where i flew

sinking in the quicksand of sanpaku

then a brown-eyed woman took me by the hand

she said: mery me