Cut down in his prime
He was nothing but a boy
Laid low by a fast hand
For the sake of rock and roll
Just like you and me
A man who spoke his mind
Now he's gone and left us
Because we're so unkind
Sad times are all that he had
Blaspheming voices
All the people were bad
Fast cars and movie stars
He never had a chance
In the heat of the afternoon
To start a new romance
Cut short in his prime
He was nothing but a child
And the strain of living his life
Must have drove the poor boy wild
See the people sitting in the sun
Looking up at the mountains
Where God comes from
Sad songs and empty halls
The memory fading fast
Did you see the way he smiled
At the people walking past
Life is such a sad song
With words to help you through
But now he's dead and gone
Because of me and you
How come the world did not see
His tired body all that misery
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