Mike Reese - Good Friday Lyrics

Oh he's drunk and he wants to know
Do you want a ride home
Back to his place you could go
Away from that asshole

You are drunk you wanna go
Any where but your home
Get away from this asshole
So to his place you go

Take his atv and drive it fast
With that Jeep on your ass
Everyone drunk for the crash
Taste of asphalt and then grass

They cover it up as they come down
They left you in the filthy ground
Not till the neighbor can out
Only then were you found

Neither of them even called for help
They swore not to tell anyone else
Life in prison would serve them well
Suffer in their own personal hell

How could you leave her and live with yourself
You were her friend just like everyone else

Now how do I learn to forgive
The people did all of this

So I'll leave some flowers next to the cross
Right in the exact spot
Some time has passed
But know ones forgot

And every single drive home
I think of you alone
Every single Good Friday
I think of the ground where you lay

Oh that Good Friday
For resurrection we have prayed
But no stone has rolled away
Casket was closed after a few days