I don't want to see this anymore again Why did I have to see it happen to a friend? Here comes jimmy dodger, he stung me once before His sleeping bag's his mother He only lives to score And I said hey man what's your tipple? He said cocktail of white and brown Are you pipe and foil? He said no I boil 'em together And pump 'em down Disappearing at 23 I don't know why I tried to Help him I was drunk I told him all the same I said You know the spirit is stranger than junk And he'll never know what lies in his soul But whatever it is keeps him going But jimmy forgets there was a time he use to let Angels help him to grow his, help him get to know his.