7 years, 3 months ago
For completeness, the original poem:
"Here's one more burnt'out soul,
Who's looking for some alchemist to turn his trip to gold.
But you won't find it in no dealer's stash, or on no druggist's shelf.
Son, if you would seek the perfect high - find it in yourself."
Sounds like 'we' at the beginning of the song
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