4/20/02

So, all you fools who sing just like him: feel free to do so now, 'cause he's dead.
Using, using, using... the using takes toll.
Isolation, just so happy to be one.
Sad to, sad to think, sad to think of him all alone.

Lonesome friend we all knew, always hoped you'd pull through.
No blame, no blame, no blame; it could be you.
Using, you can't grow old using...

So sing just like him, fuckers. It won't offend him. Just me. Because he's dead.