Perfect night

The addictive cigarette that is rolled and folds in outta sight
The deftness of hand rolling said cigarette without light
The lighting of smoke and inhaling of fume thereafter
The circle of friends who jointly smoke the joint together
The giggles and laughter the realisation of happiness thrown in
The acceptance of all as one and everybody is but cannot sin
Here we lay on a sofa or bed spooning and naked with smog
Or here we zone into music in the club and dance through a fog
The good girls and boys brought shining under a haze of moon and stars
Twinkle into an abyss a distance that is so far yet touchable
The cigarette the joint the silver spoon melting the rock the shock
The shock that all induced can bring brung about by desire for cunt and cock
Experiments through trips down strawberry fields and into morrison hotel
The music is singing the music is wringing our eras made better by what we yell
Its all part of the master plan all meant to be discovered
The cigarette the addiction the infliction and reflection of self so deep
Why would we want to recover from this trip when we can happily sleep
The looming roll the burning embers that we encourage with flame after flame
The tricks of mind, the lush of bodies our souls weakened but not tamed
Desirous incredulity of tampering with ball swinging from chandeliered bodies
The girls with white over bodies of all colours secured in trance
They are welcomed with smoke through the nose exhale onto our trophies
The clock is taken down consideration of time withheld and never at once glanced
The perfect evening the discovery of everything through the mind fuck purple
The pineapple express, the howl and everyone along the watchtower
You are all my friends and you shall forever give me power
But this smoke inhaled will make me feel better than sex better than knowledge
The smoke wins the smoke wins the battle is won if you are here
If you are here then I have the best of both worlds