Dead Friend

Intro: (don't know the lead part) You don't worry about tomorrow any more, cos you're dead Does anything still echo, is there any trace left? Well I know she still remembers,she sleeps with your picture by her bed They shaved your face and they washed your hair clean, you were wearing the jacket that i met you in Well how could I not have guessed? She would fall in love with the first boy she kissed in a casket She would fall in love with the first boy she kissed in a casket She would fall in love with the first boy she kissed in a casket Goddammit! Goddamn I miss my dead friend I miss my dead friend! We buried your body into the hard Oklahoma ground John Paul Allison, the orphan boy Pope Well I know you still haunt her, she sleeps with your ghost at night in bed When you died you were only 26, the most real person that I've ever met Well how could I not have guessed? She would fall in love with the first boy she kissed in a casket She would fall in love with the first boy she kissed in a casket She would fall in love with the first boy she kissed in a casket Goddammit! Goddamn I miss my dead friend I miss my dead friend! Oh your cold dead hands Oh your cold dead lips Oh your cold dead heart Oh your cold dead kiss Oh your cold dead hands (your cold dead hands) Oh your cold dead lips (cold dead lips) Oh your cold dead heart (your cold dead heart) Oh your cold dead kiss Well how could I not have guessed? Well how could I not have guessed?! She would fall in love with the first boy she kissed in a casket She would fall in love with the first boy she kissed in a casket She would fall in love with the first boy she kissed in a casket Goddammit! Goddamn I miss my dead friend