My friend's got trouble in his head...
His Lady's gone- exploded
Like the stars in outer space;
This venom keeps willing to drown him
To get him off his face
His Daddy died aged 24-
For the better, most people said;
Well the days are numb, in a silver haze
From a God left in his head
My friend's got trouble in his head...
The drifting tide that life became
Broke the earth with every wave;
The voyage to sail free was wrecked
With no one left to save
The call from the depths took breaths
That he could take no more;
And the moon shone bright
And the shifting tides had seen it all before
My friend's got trouble in his head...
And he let d**h gladly take him-
And it pulled it down with glee;
For a Resurrection in the depths
So that he could finally see...
My friend's got trouble in his head...