That greases you to heaven
Smoke hanging off your mouth
You think you've got us sussed
But you'll never, oh no never
I miss you but you're not
'cause you're already dead
Oh your thoughts are so bizarre
An excuse for your descent
"Well I feel so much better
When I'm very, very bent"
Oh my sweet beloved friend
Well there's always an end
And I'm afraid it's not mine
I hope it's been a better friend
I miss you but you're not
'cause you're already dead