I'VE SLEPT INSIDE A LAUGHNER BOTTLE
AND I'VE WALKED INSIDE HIS SONGS
IT'S AN EMPTY HEART TO VISIT
BUT I'VE GOT FRIENDS THERE BY THE TON

SO REED, THOMPSON, ENO PRONE
ON A 70'S CHEMICAL LOAN
YOU WERE SO FULL OF SHIT BUT THE ONE TO HANG OUT WITH
WHEN YOU DIDN'T FEEL LIKE GOING HOME

WHAT WERE YOU THINKING
WITH YOUR COCAINE RIGHT ON THE BAR
NEXT TO YOUR HALF LOADED PISTOL
AND YOUR DIALOGUE OF SCARS

I GUESS YOU THOUGHT THAT MOJO
CAME FROM ABUSE AFTER ABUSE
AND YOUR SPEED TRAIN RIGHT HAND
POINTS RIGHT BACK TO YOU

AIN'T IT FUN
AIN'T IT THE BEST THAT YOU CAN GET?
I CAN'T ASK YOU CAUSE YOU BURIED YOUR CLUES AND
LEFT US ALL IN DEBT

CAUGHT BETWEEN A MAGAZINE
AND YOUR FAVORITE RECORD SLEEVE
CAUGHT BETWEEN A RED, RED HEAVEN
AND WHERE YOU LAID YOUR FEET

LESTER FELT A WARM BLOOD
WHEN AMPHETAMINE KNOCKED YOU DOWN
YOUR TWO DOZEN LIFE FOR NOTHIN'
ENDED IN THE GROUND