Poor Dave, we called him the Doctor
Cos he always had boxes of mouthwash and medicine
His father, he was a fascist
And his mother sat silent
His youth was not pretty, to say the least
We put an ad out in a magazine
He was one of the three kids that called
And we turned him down right away
Cos his parents were freakign out
So he went to Richmond instead
Where he met my friend Greg Wells
Greg Wells was our roadie from before
He had gone on many of our tours
It was chaos or luck or fate or something
That led Dave to his door
Greg called me up and told me about Dave
It seemed like one of those things
So we decided to give him a shot
You cannot escape your fate...
We took him on tour and the van broke down
He called home for the first time
We were Holbrook, Arizona
And the hot sun was melting our minds
His father told him to call his ex-girlfriend
His only ex-girlfriend, the love of his life
When he was with her he was not lonely
He was cool, and he was doing alright
He had a cool car, and the kids payed him respect
She broke his heart, he lost the car
And he lost all of it
So he called her from that payphone
With the cold air conditioning
He called her from that payphone
Listening listening listening listening
She said that she missed him
And that she wanted him back
His heart swelled and nearly exploded
And pushed all of his blood out through the cracks
He hopped on a bus for 52 hours
Thinking of her the whole
When he got back to Rockford all tired and excited he found out it was a lie
And his Dad was behind it, his Dad was behind it
I think its the worst lie ever told
His Dad was behind it, his Dad was behind it
I hope that he burns in Hell
May all liars burn in Hell
For the lies that they have told
May all liars burn in Hell
Until they're as black as their own souls