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...