Friends and Lovers

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 Betta' cut deep 'fore you go to sleep But in the morning you're the one who gonna have to clean Days I've seen make a priest lose his beliefs Like Kathy crawlin' 'cross the carpet in the bloodstained briefs Chewin pills like she was starvin' for a taste of relief Her last wind was in the trash can; couldn'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, 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 his breaks in the rain, ooo What to do when your luck is through Whether you come from the slums or live in Malibu Seen 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 Lee Tucker was a mean motherfucker Seen him knock a man clean out his corduroy slippers And that same man's queen (?) monster truck and hit him Found him lifeless as a log in the Mississippi river Tara was a stripper Tara done that shit with a smile on her face and her hand on her liver But I ain't mad, I forgive her I just get a little sad everytime I fuck her sister