Your friends and I would hate to see you die
Your friends and I are fucking scared
So fuckin' ugly, lying there with the drip in your arm and the tubes
Coming out your nose and mouth and half
The bones in your body shattered beyond repair
There's just a black mess where the steering column went through your
Upper chest, and your big sexy grin is
Revealed forever 'cause you haven't got any lips, man
You can't open your eyes yet,
And the nurse says that one of them's still
In the mangled intestines of your Mum's Charade
Shit, you always were a one-eyed bastard anyway,
And I'm not talking about your
Self-proclaimed legendary trouser snake mate
Linda's not taking it too well;
She's got it into her head that you wouldn't have been
Driving so bloody stupidly if you hadn't've had that scrap
She's losing it
I never told you this but I love ya
Weird time to say it,
When you're comatose and you look like an
Unfinished jigsaw puzzle of mutton flaps and lamb's fry
But I guess it's safe now, eh?
And you don't make it your secret's safe with me
Our secret
Shit, you know what I mean
Things are gonna have to be different if you do come out of it
The doctors say you'll be like a vegetable for maybe forever
Buzz couldn't make it and I can't blame him
He wouldn't have handled it
Christ, he nearly fainted when Jas was born
And you look a million times worse than Jas
More like the afterbirth
Sorry, don't take this hard but I think
Maybe it'd be better if you didn't come round
We're all fucked up enough without
Your patchwork body round to remind us