Mickey Avalon – 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

Or 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 Porsche, 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, been that mouse who took a hit of

Found him lifeless as a log in the Mississippi river

Tara was a stripper

Died on the shitter

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 every time I fuck her sister