My friend's got trouble in his head His lady's gone - exploded Like the stars in outer space This venom keeps willing to drown him To get him off his face His daddy died aged 24 For the better, most people said Well the days are numb, in a silver haze From a God left in his head My friend's got trouble in his head The drifting tide that life became Broke the earth with every wave The voyage to sail free was wrecked With no-one left to save The call from the depths took breaths that He could take no more And the moon shone bright on the shifting tides He'd seen it all before My friend's got trouble in his head And he let death gladly take him And it pulled him down with glee For a resurrection in the depths So that he could finally see My friend's got trouble in his head