4+20 के बोल

4+20 years ago I come into this life The song of a woman And a man who lived in strife He was tired of being poor And he wasn't into selling door to door And he worked like the devil to be more A different kind of poverty now upsets my soul Night after sleepless night I walk the floor and I want to know Why am I so alone? Where is my woman can I bring her home? Have I driven her away? Is she gone? Morning comes to sunrise And I'm driven to my bed I see that it is empty And there's devils in my head I embrace the many colored beast I grow weary of the torment Can there be no peace? And I find myself just wishing that my life would simply cease.