Sick Boys - Pasadena

Flowers in bloom

Church bells it’s noon

Young king needs his throne

You know, sick boys die alone

I had arrived just in time to say goodbye

He was a friend of mine

He was a friend of mine

He was a friend of mine

Poor child ran a thousand miles

Still couldn’t get away from the tide it binds

It’s true what they say

Your demons always catch up to you someday

But it’s not the first time and it won’t be the last

Let’s just hope that these young ones today can learn from mistakes that they

made in the past

It’s a disgusting trend

Life’s end at a spoon and syringe

But it goes to show you reap what you sow and we all know sick boys die alone

Sick boys die alone

I had arrived just in time to say goodbye

He was a friend of mine

He was a friend of mine

He was a friend of mine