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All my friends and all my lovers are dead
Some from cheap narcotics and others from lead
The filthy rich and the dirt dirt poor
Are all the same when they can't take no more
'Cause all my friends and all my lovers are dead
A slit wrist leaves a mess
On the breakfast table, oh yes
Better cut deep 'fore you go to sleep
Or in the morning you're the one who gonna have to clean
Things I've seen make a priest lose his beliefs
Like Cathy crawling 'cross the carpet in her blood-stained briefs
Chewing pills like she was starving for a taste of relief
Her last splinters in the trash bin, compete the disease
All my friends and all my lovers are dead
Some from cheap narcotics and others from lead
The filthy rich and the dirt dirt poor
Are all the same when they can't take no more
'Cause all my friends and all my lovers are dead
Johnny made a record, went straight to number one
But Johnny had a little fascination with guns and cocaine
He couldn't stand to take the slow train
Got a little Porsche and lost the brakes in the rain
Ooh, what to do when your luck is through
Whether you come from the slums or live in Malibu
Seen running down the avenue
Mickey Avalon with an attitude
All my friends and all my lovers are dead
Some from cheap narcotics and others from lead
The filthy rich and the dirt dirt poor
Are all the same when they can't take no more
'Cause all my friends and all my lovers are dead
Lean Lee Tucker was a mean motherfucker
Seen him knock a man clean out his corduroy slippers
And that same man's queen ran her mouth so Tucker hit her
Found her lifeless as a log in the Mississippi River
Tot was a stripper, died on the shitter
With a smile on her face and a hand on her liver
But I ain't mad, I forgive her
I just get a little sad every time I fuck her sister