Paul's death came on a Saturday
Let him go, he didn't want to stay
Vomit on his breath, he used to sing "it's in the chemicals"
Oh the irony
He wasn't willing to leave a good time on the table
The space is "oh so frightening"
The brain is firing lightning you used to sing you'd ride
Far away the camera starts to roll
Far away and now the pills have paid your toll for the admission to an early grave
A random image that flashes on and off
And one by one, our friends are gone