When you see a friend
Rushing towards an abyss
You call out!
You stop him!
But this perilous cliff
Is made of desire
For sex, drugs, and money,
That ol’ rock ‘n’ roll
For the soul.
You try to stop him,
To save his life,
His precious life
A human birth.
You try to stop him,
But he don’t understand.
He thinks
You just want to spoil
His fun,
His Russian roulette,
That ol’ rotting hole
For the soul.
