and it nicked us on the chin
Like a blade of gentle reveries,
And daylight sang slow demise
I've lost a lot of buddies,
but this one it different
Bound by drunken bravery,
Picking fights with the boyfriends
of the girlfriends heckling
some yuppie in Silver Lake still can't forget
The time he chased you off the stage
Cause you called him a stupid bitch
And memories become lullabies
We all hum over the phone
The last time we saw Dick
Was the something we could have done
It was a pocket full of ecstasy
But to get fucked up and make mistakes
Tumbling across the stage
A big showcase in Montreal
he'd rip his heart out and show us all
he was a captain without a map
Our death is deadly serious,
there's something funny about that
What a pal, a fuck -up through and through
On a dim stage with a broken mic,
What a pal, born in a dunce hat
The last to leave the party,
and the first to say congrats
Body language like a toddler
trapped in a 37 year old man
you were dressed in a bear suit
Committing too hard to some stupid bit,
irreverent while resolute
And time flashed quicker,
like fireworks on the 4th of July
and if he bombed at least he tried
Scrolling through the eulogies,
You'd hate this kind of attention,
there's something funny about that
What a pal, a fuck -up through and through
On a dim stage with a broken mic,
What a pal, born in a dunce hat
The last to leave the party
and the first to say congrats
And I ain't one for religion
But when it's raining, you're spitting
When there's thunder, you're chuckling
And when it's humid, you're fucking
Only tools can hack it in Tinseltown
And we're all in line for the
Like little flowers grown in gardens
On a lineup of embittered copycats,
you were that hopeful sliver
When the apocalypse is over,
we will become vampire bats
And reminisce about the good old days,
our irises bathed in black
So bang one out for a stick,
you're the good old green goat
And images become polaroids,
And you become a feeling,
What a pal, a fuck -up through and through
On a dim stage with a broken mic,
What a pal, born in a dunce hat
So you fi nally left the party,
there's something funny about that
I think you can use maybe
like there's kind of more in there,
but I I we need a little bigger ball.
Like a founder of bad jokes.
