I don’t want to see this anymore again

Why did I have to see it happen to a friend?

Here comes jimmy dodger, he stung me once before

His sleeping bag’s his mother

He only lives to score

And I said hey man what’s your tipple?

He said cocktail of white and brown

Are you pipe and foil? He said no I boil ‘em together

And pump ‘em down

Disappearing at 23

I don’t know why I tried to

Help him I was drunk

I told him all the same I said

You know the spirit is stranger than junk

And he’ll never know what lies in his soul

But whatever it is keeps him going

But jimmy forgets there was a time he use to let

Angels help him to grow his, help him get to know his