So,
you want to try them, take out your brains and fry them, do drugs then, in the background the ex ****** just shrugs.
But first let me tell you that the bell you can hear rings for you in your youth, the truth of it is, the bells start to toll, for the more drugs you do and the older you get and you think it is easy to trip out and forget, the bells never do and you'll find very quickly they're tolling for you.
But let's not go through that old story, here's another,
do drugs, the ex ****** still shrugs but he's listening now,
first to go will be your teeth, your *** drive, the thing you thought keeps you alive will be next, your friends follow suit and leave you to your zoots or aluminium foil and that's what fools you, like a magpie you get high, time flies by but the bell still tolls for the old man, that's you , do you still want to fry then, do you still want your **** to drop out of your pants, just try them.
The ex ****** who's been there in the round square where the pin table was as important to him as the pins that laid on it, escaped from it, not as loud now, somehow, but the bells still tell of a life spent digging out his veins in a hell of a place much worse than this.
Try then, kiss your **** goodbye then but I want you to know you won't be the first one to go and be forgotten except by the ones who still love you even after what you put those few through.
If there was ever a rainbow that takes hold of imagination, when I get old, I'll tell you, when I get old, I'll bell you or will it be,
I told you so.
