As the church organ plays it's sad song
Everyone present knows he was wrong
To stick that needle in his arm
Because you see, now he's gone
So here's a message that's the truth
If you don't want to wear that noose
Don't get yourself hooked on drugs
By using, each day the hole is slowly dug
Believe me it's a very short fall
In the end surrounded by earth's dirt walls
5-2-09/RjH
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