All my friends and all my lovers are... dead Some from cheap narcotics and others from... lead The filthy rich and the dirt-dirt poor Are all the same when they can't take no more 'Cause all my friends and all my lovers are... dead
A slit wrist leaves a mess On the breakfast table, oh yes Betta' cut deep 'fore you go to sleep Or in the morning you're the one who gonna have to clean
Things I've seen make a priest lose his beliefs Like Kathy crawlin' 'cross the carpet in her bloodstained briefs Chewin pills like she was starvin' for a taste of relief Her last wind was in the trash can; couldn't beat the disease
All my friends and all my lovers are... dead Some from cheap narcotics and others from... lead The filthy rich and the dirt-dirt poor Are all the same when they can't take no more 'Cause all my friends and all my lovers are... dead
Johnny made a record, went straight to number one But Johnny had a little fascination with guns And cocaine, he couldn't stand to take the slow train Got a little porshe, lost his breaks in the rain, ooo What to do when your luck is through Whether you come from the slums or live in Malibu Seen runnin' down the avenue Mickey Avalon with an attitude
All my friends and all my lovers are... dead Some from cheap narcotics and others from... lead The filthy rich and the dirt-dirt poor Are all the same when they can't take no more 'Cause all my friends and all my lovers are... dead
Lean Lee Tucker was a mean motherfucker Seen him knock a man clean out his corduroy slippers And that same man's queen ran her mouth so Tucker hit her Found her lifeless as a log in the Mississippi river Tara was a stripper died on the shitter with a smile on her face and her hand on her liver But I ain't mad, I forgive her I just get a little sad everytime I fuck her sisterTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
