Have you buried your dreams or did you drown
your one life in a dark and bitter sea
Did your friends already dig you down
into the rotting dark, a memory
to cry about – this used to be our friend
before some dark thing came and took his soul –
God, what a bitch to wait here for the end
and not to die, to shiver in the cold
gray light of day. My friend, I’ve got the key
to break the ball and chain from ’round your feet
In love, somebody reached a hand to me
and I to you. Don’t die on Bourbon Street
No need to crash when you can break your fall
Cause baby, its a sweet life, after all.