Stuck In The Pot

Oh its warm inside my bed So I will go back to sleep To seek comfort in my dreams Brought yourself a brand new paper To roll... your mind away Now the lamp is steamed What you sow is what you reap So I will go back to sleep Coz it's cold in my lazy brain When it rolls your mind away Oh your god won't help you now Your hope won't save the day So put your mind in a box and dream the say away Well now my mind is my brain So I will remain the same Crooked teeth from where he hit Only drink may touch my lips Oh I'm unauthorised I'm unauthorised I'm unauthorised To roll your mind away I'm unauthorised Bastard child and a scab No measurable time No good nor bad No love pouring from your mind To roll To roll Ah to roll