FALLEN

Teardrops falling in my whisky
A thousand shots wouldn't stop the pain that's killing me
Pour out a drink for the fallen
I think i hear my friends calling
And I wonder why they had to die and it wasn't me.

Nicolas Laville was a crazy motherf***er
And when I was an adolescent he was like my f***ing brother,
Always in the thick of it, We used to steal all kinds of s**t,
Whatever we could get our hands on ; sell it to the other kids,
Porno mags, cigarettes, car radios that took cassettes, pirate copies of VHS or anything you want I guess.
while i was satisfied being the sorcerers apprentice
Nicolas wanted to grow up to be a straight up menace
Then the years went by and we grew apart,
When I heard he died, in my heart,
I cant say I was surprised, but i never would of thought of suicide,
Turns out it was a girl who got him, she broke his heart and he sank to bottom of a f***ing river, that s**t must have been cold as ice, it still makes me shiver
And it eats me up that I never called, just to check up on the fool. It'd been nice to go out for a couple beers, now I'm only left with tears.
At the funeral his ex wasn't there, she couldn't handle all the stares, but she's a good person and it's hard to blame her as she died of cancer a few years later.

Teardrops falling in my whisky
A thousand shots wouldn't stop the pain from killing me
Pour out a drink for the fallen
I think i hear my friends calling
And I wonder why they had to die and it wasn't me.

The Last time I saw my father alive
Was on a Friday night in November 95
I’d spent the day out with my mates
And when I got back home it was getting late
I was stoned out of my tiny mind
So I went to the bathroom to bide some time
I was Having a dump reading a magazine
When i heard a thump and an awful scream
I ran out and saw my dad lying on the floor
My mum yelled at me he ain’t breathing no more.
She started performing CPR while I called an ambulance.
My dad came to and starting s**tting his pants.
He was crying and saying that he was afraid to die..
My mother tried to comfort him by telling him lies.
In intensive care they said he was out of the danger zone.
We found out he died from a message on the answer phone

Teardrops falling in my whisky
A thousand shots wouldn't stop the pain from killing me
Pour out a drink for the fallen
I think i hear my friends calling
And I wonder why they had to die and it wasn't me.


Lyrics by Lewca