So I stare at old pictures
Think about the boys we were
When I could still quote scripture
And he’d partake of the herb
We weren’t pathetic po’ folks
Just a faded six of spades
Society was the cold spokes
That smacked us in the face
Said stay in place

In the cobwebs of my abused brain it was North Caroline
The last time that I saw his face ‘fore he pissed away his prime
No matter how I try to fight he drops into my dreams
The nightmare veers towards violence
And I’m awakened by the scenes
And to think

God it was a good day
I almost didn’t feel pain
I almost didn’t hear a train
I almost didn’t let it rain
I almost thought that I was sane
I almost thought that this could change
I almost thought it was a dream
God it was a good day

He was balanced on a bar stool
Slammin’ Xanax down with beer
Struggling not to argue
With the demon in his ear
That friend told him with a crooked grin
I need your help tonight
You just give me a hand you’ll make eight grand
But my brother just declined
For a time
So like a rattlesnake life bends and shakes
And fate ain’t always kind
When your mouth is filled with fatal fangs
And poison’s in your mind
So they slithered inside and shots were fired
In the roof and in the floor
They got the loot and moved their boots
Straight through a jail house door
And what’s more

God it was a good day
He almost didn’t feel pain
He almost didn’t hear a train
He almost didn’t let it rain
He almost thought that he was sane
He almost thought that he could change
He almost thought it was a dream
John it was a good day
Now it ain’t
So I stare at old pictures think about the men we’ll be
I bust open these blisters and pray for his release