Lyrics & music:Marc Lung
This was written to Marcs Late friend who died in 94'
KNEW A DEAD MAN ,HE WAS A STRONG SMACK FREAK,
PUMPIN MILK -N- WINE, MADE HIMSELF WEAK,
HE’S GOIN DOWN, THE PAIN MAKES HIM WEEP,
NOW HIS BODY LYES, BURNT-OUT, BURIED ON THE STREET.
SUN IS RISING HIGH, BUT FOR HIM IT’S SET,
RUDE AWAKININGS, SOAKIN IN HIS SWEAT,
NO PLACE TO HIDE IT, IT SHOWS FROM WELTS,
NO FEAR FOR ODDS JUST PLACES HIS BETS.
ON HIS SOUL, ON HIS MIND,
ON HIS LIFE, ARE YOU BLIND!!!
HEY SIR, TELL ME,WHAT IS YOUR DRUG OF CHOICE,
CAN IT EAS MY PAIN OR DO I HEAR A VOICE,
YA THEY’VE BEEN HAUNTING ME TO GET ANOTHER FIX,
SEEING VISIONS OF MY MIND PLAYING TRICKS
CAUSE I NEED SOMTHIN, PLEASE SPARE ME JUST A BIT,
ANYTHING TO HELP ME UP, UP AND OUT OF THIS SHIT,
HE SAYS, HE WANTS ANOTHER HIT,
CAUSE HE’S DROWNIN, YA HE’S SINKIN IN HIS OWN SHIT.
HE SAYS, HELP ME OUT, SPARE ME A LITTLE OF YOUR TIME,
HE CALLS, HELP ME OUT, SPARE ME JUST A LITTLE OF YOUR CHANGE,
HE SCREAMS, HELP ME OUT, SPARE ME, I NEED ONE LAST HIT.
C. PARAPHANIELIACS 1998.
