SONG: God Damn It Paul

He was the greatest fan
Certain like no other
He followed all the bands
Down to Tallahassee
When worried looked his face
The acid casualty speaks
He did fifty hits a day
Till his mind slipped out of reach

God damn it Paul You're the death of us all

Sitting on his front lawn
His hands were in his pockets
As he talked ceaselessly about nothing
His eyes rolled back in his sockets
What's more you can detect
Kicked out of his self help group
He walks the streets disgraced
Tell me what has happened to you

When you take those little pills
Sitting on his window sill
He seeks to chemically alter his deranged mind
Thank God for psychology
Kept him hanging on for a week
Till he confiscated
His mind free from fear

When he drove down nowhere road
His jury rigged Beetle flipped out of control
Then he took us all to burn to our crispy death
Doctors use the dental charts
Identify my body burned and charred
You know it's impossible
What happened to me that day

But my girlfriend was only 16 years old
When she read my eulogy
Just a paragraph on page seven B
Of the Journal-Constitution
Some say suicide
Take me with you
Paul you cannot hide
Yourself from fe