They called it an aneurysm Part of his brain just exploded He started shaking, throwing up Didn't know his name or his age Ambulance came and picked him up He was pretty much passed out by then They watched him through the night I came around the next morning He was layin' on the bed Tubes hanging out his arms and a rig upon his head All the blinds were closed and the lights turned off I tried to remember what he looked like standin' up an’ I couldn't Seemed like he’d always been this invalid laying in a bed Everything that came before was gone No going back
I stood for a few minutes Looking down at his sunken face Yeah, then I shook his hand, I think it hurt him The nurse told me I'd better leave I walked outside and looked around at all these fuckers laughing and talking I felt a little sick Like I always did at a hospital You know how it is Too much birth and too much death Yeah It was Monday I was cold And he was one sick fucker They called it an aneurysmTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
