A Stoner's Quest to Save the Music

A long time in the past
The last ever song was played
Then the bands they all vanished fast
When an evil decree was made

"No more music ever
It is herby forbidden"
Said a man who was very clever
And kept himself quite hidden

Someone tried to sing
His death was seen worldwide
The evil man became world King
On the day the music died

Not everybody caved
Some fought a mighty war
And though the music wasn't saved
The king, he was no more

And when the man who killed the music
Was driven to his grave
I knew that I must be quick
I had a world to save

I went and bought a car
In place of a trusty steed
Packed myself a crowbar
My lucky pick, and weed

I set off to find the music
Which died so long ago
And something made me sick
In a land that's full of snow

For right there in the ice
Was a body frozen stiff
In his hand, gripped like a vice
He held a half smoked spliff

This is where I stopped
And rolled on of my own
For where this stoner dropped
A new weed plant had grown

This plant grew in the ice
Where the sun had never shone
And the joint tasted so nice
I smoked it all in one

I walked back to my car
I had to escape this snow
In the distance I saw a star
And I knew where I had to go

I drove towards the starlight
Until I found a girl named Fay
She was saddened by my plight
And so she lit the way

But I drove into a tree
And was thrown out of the car
Glass flew all around me
As I was hurled so far

Where on earth could I be?
Blood pouring from my hands
And littered all around me
Were all my favourite bands

Seeing them was soothing
But soon I was full of dread
Because none of them were moving
Please god, they can't be dead

These bands had been missing a while
Since the day the music was killed
In the darkness I saw a smile
Where a grave was being filled

On a gravestone I read my own name
Which gave me a terrible fright
And next to it doing to same
Was an even more horrible sight

For I was armed with a small metal stick
And a car I could no longer drive
And the man who killed the music
Was still very much alive

I hit him with my crowbar
And he wasn't affected at all
He threw me onto my car
And I took a terrible fall

All of my bones were shattered
There was nothing else I could bring
I looked up at him broken and battered
And desperately started to sing

He fell back as if shot by gun
Then turned and looked to the ocean
The coward started to run
But the bands then leapt into motion

Songs not played for years
Now echoed all around
And I saw through my tears
The man fall to the ground

The music left him in agony
He lay on his back in cried
Then he turned and stared at me
And seconds later he died

I'm helped by a friendly singer
To smoke all the weed in my car
I then tell him not to linger
Because I won't get very far

The bands make their gratitude know
And music was living again
Then they left, and I was alone
And still in incredible pain

I pulled out my lucky guitar pick
And gazed on it with my last breath
For though I had rescued the music
I couldn't prevent my own death.