We came together on a day in London
As you played to the werewolves howl
With a purpose to teach us something
Enjoy every sandwich now

You handed us your empty heart
Laid out on a bed of coals
Always in search of a shooter
So you could play it all night long

No amount of lawyers, guns, or money
Could hasten down your wind
You let nothing come between us
Looking for the next best thing

You always were an excitable boy
Accidentally like a martyr
To your good tunes it's goodnight my friend
See you in the ever after*

January 24, 1947- September 7, 2003