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 before you go to sleep
Or in the morning you're the one who gonna have to clean
Days I've seen make a priest lose his beliefs
They get the call across the coffin in the bloodstained briefs
See my cousin she was starvin' from the taste of relief
Alas, windows in the trash, but you can't beat 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 and 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 fortune lost, it breaks in the brain, ow
What to do when your luck is through
Whether you come from the slums or live in Malibu
See him runnin' 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 B. Tucker was a mean motherfucker
Seen him knock 'em dead clean in his corduroy slippers
And the same way his queen bit Master Tucker's head off
The life of his was lost in the Mississippi river
Tara was a stripper
With a smile on her face and her hand on a lever
But I ain't mad, I forgive her
I just get a little sad everytime I fuck her sister
