G.B.C.

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 shinning
Bullets have crossed my head
We all wanna be close to him
And now I'm dead
And that's not so bad
F*** all the stars
They have never been sad
I don't need them
I just need a friend