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