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Band members are dying off, one by one.
ONE BY ONE
Noisy bar, Saturday,
Me and Ronnie take the stage and play.
We sound better with beer, cold cold beer.
We're the two that survive,
Drinking, jamming, spitting in death's eye
For another few years.
One by one, my friends are disappearing,
Floating off to glory when their work down here is done.
When my time comes, the angels will be cheering
For all the sinners coming home, one by one.
We lost Junior last June,
I still miss him singing, howling at the moon.
And then we lost Vince, Guitar Vince.
Vince was shot through the heart,
After a midnight gig, behind the Quickie Mart
Over eighty-four cents-- makes no sense.
High up on his cloud,
God must laugh out loud
When hell-raisers like me and Ronnie pray.
Lord, it don't seem right,
We work so hard to understand this life,
Then it dances away.