Originally posted by trev33From what I understand, he's still a numbsack.
something wasn't quite right
he drunk a lot
his job was doing his head in
he was rarely happy
to used casual sex to cover the fact that he was scared to commit to anyone
he would get into an argument with a fly if it wanted one
but something happened
he's dead now
I had a friend that took a belt,
Took a belt and hung himself
Hung himself in the doorway
Of the apartment where he lived
His woman and his little bro
Came home from the grocery store
Only to find him dangling
In the apartment where he lived
I had a friend who shaved his head
Put his Doctor Martins on
And drew such wonderous pictures
In the apartment where he lived
He praised my creativity,
Though he spoke sarcastically
Oh, the conversations
In the apartment where he lived
I had a friend that took a belt,
Took a belt and hung himself
Hung himself in the doorway
Of the apartment where he lived
Rock, she thought him spiteful;
Ler, he thought him pitiful
Me, I've never been back to the apartment where he lived
Originally posted by trev33Good riddance! 😛
something wasn't quite right
he drunk a lot
his job was doing his head in
he was rarely happy
to used casual sex to cover the fact that he was scared to commit to anyone
he would get into an argument with a fly if it wanted one
but something happened
he's dead now
Originally posted by rbmorrisA needless Alexandrine ends the song
I had a friend that took a belt,
Took a belt and hung himself
Hung himself in the doorway
Of the apartment where he lived
Rock, she thought him spiteful;
Ler, he thought him pitiful
Me, I've never been back to the apartment where he lived
That, like a wounded snake drags its slow length along.
-- Alexander Pope, an Essay on Criticism