Charles Bukowski to leukaemia,
Erroyl Flynn to cocaine.
Bill Hicks fell to cancer,
Zappa the same,
Jack Kerouac to liquor,
Sid Vicious to smack, .
When the Phoenix is grounded
the River never runs back,
Tony Hancock to barbituates,
Cobain to his fame,
The Bird had his wings clipped,
O.d Lady Day,
They got Lennon in New York,
We lost sweet Janis too,
They even crucified Jesus,
who's next freind, me or you?
I die a little with the moment
of each passing day,
All of my heros are gone,
I think I scarred them all away.
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