Lost my old friend.

Fell headlong into his phone.

Hunched and writhed

at his computer so long,

it pulverized his bones.

It pulverized his bones.

Lost my old friend.

Hunkered down in the decay.

Each shot of dope

was a sandbag to the flood

till her brittle veins gave way.

Her brittle veins gave way.

O!

Out in the pines.

O.

Lost my old friend.

Cowering in his shed,

armed up against infidels, invaders,

criminals, sinners--

mind to dust, heart to lead.

Burnt his mind to dust and his heart to lead.

O!

Out in the pines.

O.