Dime’s In Heaven
Ginger, Tracii Guns, London LeGrand, Scot Coogan, Scott Sorry
So that man just jumped up pumping
From behind like it was nothing
Firing shots for glory stories
War head gone down in glory
Southern boots astompin on a six string
Black tooth put the Jaeger in the whisky
Watched you go in the shape of a blood spill
Shot down in the great southern trend kill
Felt my blood start moving
Pushing
But Nate your fate was soon behind
This was no medication
This was no medication
How was this medication
This was no medication
How was this medication
You overnight frustration
You overnight frustration
How some they get sensation
Just to strut their pretty face
God no!
I remember the times
When we were drinking
Now you’re not around
And it’s got me thinking
Me and this bottle
Are empty inside
I never thought angels could die