It started back in high school

So cool, king of the scene

You found that making people laugh

Was more than just a dream

The public took right to you

Like flies to a pile of shit

So funny and smart, so talented

But success just couldn't fit



Wasting your life no future bright

Dancing on your grave

Living like a slave, someone should've said...



N.F.L., Efilnikufesin N.F.L.

N.F.L., Efilnikufesin N.F.L.



Wake up dead in a plywood bed

Six feet from the rest of your life

And when you couldn't see your own dependency



N.F.L., NICE FUCKIN' LIFE



The whole world is your playground

Yet you can't find your niche

Your only friends, it helps you through

Helps you dig your daily ditch

The bottom line can't touch you

Cause you're above the rest

But your little friend's the enemy

And the bottom line is death



You lived a life of excess

GODDAMN shame it's such a waste

Just one too many cookies

From the batch no one should taste

Yet his memory stills stays with us

Cause watching him was fun

Too bad things weren't different

Who knows what he'd have done