SONG: God Damn It Paul



He was the greatest fan

Certain like no other

He followed all the bands

Down to Tallahassee

When worried looked his face

The acid casualty speaks

He did fifty hits a day

Till his mind slipped out of reach



God damn it Paul You're the death of us all



Sitting on his front lawn

His hands were in his pockets

As he talked ceaselessly about nothing

His eyes rolled back in his sockets

What's more you can detect

Kicked out of his self help group

He walks the streets disgraced

Tell me what has happened to you



When you take those little pills

Sitting on his window sill

He seeks to chemically alter his deranged mind

Thank God for psychology

Kept him hanging on for a week

Till he confiscated

His mind free from fear



When he drove down nowhere road

His jury rigged Beetle flipped out of control

Then he took us all to burn to our crispy death

Doctors use the dental charts

Identify my body burned and charred

You know it's impossible

What happened to me that day



But my girlfriend was only 16 years old

When she read my eulogy

Just a paragraph on page seven B

Of the Journal-Constitution

Some say suicide

Take me with you

Paul you cannot hide

Yourself from fear