G.B.C.

Long hair and nothing in the head
Drugs around the toys in the room
The needle is ready to make him fly
With different wings, alone in the sky

And now the sun is shining
Bullets have crossed my head
We all wanna be close to him

And now I'm dead
And that's not so bad
Fuck all the stars
They have never been sad
I don't need them
I just need a friend