(So you said "that's the best man who ever died." And I said "well why's that?" And you said "God knows") He will walk this earth Full of freaks, full of goths, full of girls Surrounding him They cover the streets With their grime and their greed Their grime and their greed They pricked and they pinched him With words as sharp as teeth With a string of dreams they haunt him And they curse him in his sleep On an Oregon coast Surrounded by ghosts Of his family Of his friends They mean everything everything Everything to him