Ballad of Chris - Hamell on Trial.mp3

[00:00.000] 作曲 : Hamell on Trial
[00:23.967]I was checking my balance on Chase book
[00:26.867]Seems I got a private message on Facebook
[00:29.113]Should get used to this stuff from gettin' older, still
[00:31.987]I Deny my mortality, I probably never will
[00:34.886]You were skinny as a rail, smokin' Salem menthol green
[00:38.439]Reservation caught and smokin' like a fiend
[00:40.921]We were doin' acid when we were fifteen
[00:43.873]Music in my bedroom, Hendrix, Creem
[00:46.511]They say the cancer tore through your frame
[00:49.280]I had to quit doing drugs but there ain't no blame
[00:52.180]I lost touch with you, and that's a shame
[00:55.471]The mirror says I changed, but I feel the same
[00:58.083]Remember you dated that guy wrote in for Hair on Broadway?
[01:01.636]He found Jesus tussing in an odd way
[01:04.222]Naked in the snow was his plan
[01:06.808]He froze to death, Jesus saves, but not on demand
[01:09.995]Makeup in our teens to look like Bowie
[01:12.895]Runnin' from the cops, on the go, see
[01:15.611]Hidin' pot in our locker until there's a raid
[01:18.537]Gettin' three new albums 'cause we just got paid
[01:21.384]I lost touch with you as the years rolled on
[01:24.467]I shoulda reached out but now you're gone
[01:27.575]I feel you smilin', guidin' my walk
[01:30.397]Your pain's over now, I wish we could talk
[01:33.009]And you're gone now
[01:35.908]I shoulda reached out
[01:39.200]You're gone now
[01:42.387]I shoulda reached out
[01:44.738]My old friend
[01:47.820]...
[01:56.624]Trippin' with you in my parents' bedroom
[01:59.314]Took a while to kick in, then it hit our heads, boom
[02:01.979]Order pizza, when it came, our appetites beat
[02:05.348]The pepperoni screaming "Don't eat meat"
[02:07.935]Your brother bleeding everywhere, tooth through his lip
[02:11.017]Happened at the state fair when he tried to do a flip
[02:13.655]He wouldn't go to the ER, he was tweakin' in his head
[02:16.633]You gave him homemade stitches and you nursed him instead
[02:20.029]Workin' at the guitar place, you come down and see me
[02:22.824]Talk about our parents, my mother had the DTs
[02:25.776]Blood on the walls until they rushed her
[02:28.284]And they brought her to St. Joe's and the mother****ers hushed her
[02:31.131]Your father losin' the rent, bettin' at the track
[02:34.188]You were laughing, your mama screaming "Don't come back"
[02:37.035]He come back when he won, she beat him like a spastic
[02:40.222]You had nine kids, Catholics don't use prophylactics
[02:42.939]Well the time's beat now, shootings everywhere
[02:46.282]Arrowing's the rage and the kids don't care
[02:48.947]There ain't no jobs, poverty's ballistic
[02:51.951]Poorest per capita, it's a national statistic
[02:54.746]So you're in a better place, the end to your pain?
[02:57.567]And I make it to heaven, I won't see you again
[03:00.415]Up there you're smilin', smokin' your butt
[03:03.105]I'll make you laugh again though, I feel it in my gut
[03:06.188]A couple of doobie jokes, maybe a funny story
[03:09.766]Hear me screamin' it up from purgatory
[03:12.248]You're gone now
[03:14.860]I shoulda reached out
[03:18.674]Yeah, you're gone now
[03:21.522]I shoulda reached out
[03:23.637]My old friend
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