I waded off the Cancoon river shore
Ace was hot on my trail
The crocodiles chased me
Ready to kill
I ran with my blue suitcase
Through the bobarded path
People looking for a good time
Others realeasing wrath
I needed a disquise
Something to help me blend
To many dangers
Where to begin
I walked upon a group cloaked brightly and singing
I asked if it was safe for me there
If they could hide me
They gave me a cloak gleaming orange and red
I pulled it up high
To cover my head
I worked my way down the corridor
So many faces
No one would find me
Looking down
My bag had been left behind
Should I chance my discovery
And go back for it
Or move on aimlessly
I walked up to a table
Stash or smack for sale
I slipped him 20
and walked on my way
Four little bags of green
and a shelf of bongs that said for promo only
I picked up my peice
Sat down to toke
With that inhale
The alarm went off
and I awoke
