All My Heroes Were Junkies - Ellis Paul

In 1968, he did shots with the Doors at the Whiskey-a-Go-Go

It was on one of those hot Hollywood summer nights

He says, «Jimmy came in tight leather slacks, it was hot as hell

But we were drinking Jack, his eyes were like quarters

Round, and black when he stepped under the stage lights…»

«And you know me,» he says, «I had pawned my only camera

I had no way to record these fleeting Kodak moments

That sprung to life each and every Saturday night

I was too far gone back then to have known it…»

He says, «All my heroes were junkies

Now all my heroes are dead

I say, «Hey Tony, consider yourself lucky

To be a junkie in a hospital bed»

He says, «You know Judy Garland never showed up When I took my walk in the Land

of Oz

Though a cop did on a purple horse one morning

He asked me why I was staggering

I said, 'because — because, because, because

The wizard never gave me no surgeon general’s warning»

Bridge:

«Who rolled the joint when Bob Dylan

Got high with the Beatles?»

He says

«Who put my world on pins and needles?»

He tells the nurses they should do something

With the ceiling in the rehab ward

Like paint a fresco to the late-great Betty Ford

They come in and make their jokes about

Pulling out all his power chords

He tells them, «Could you come up with

Something I didn’t already know?»