The Jim Carroll Band - People Who Died

Teddy sniffing glue he was twelve years oldFell from the roof on East Two-nineCathy was eleven when she pulled the plugOn twenty six reds and a bottle of wineBobby got leukemia, fourteen years oldHe looked like sixty five when he diedHe was a friend of mineThose are people who died, diedThose are people who died, diedThose are people who died, diedThose are people who died, diedThey were all my friends and just diedG-berg and Georgie let their gimmicks go rottenSo they died of hepatitis in upper ManhattanSly in Vietnam, bullet in the headBobby OD'd on Drano on the night that he was wedThey were two more friends of mine (two more friends that died)Those are people who died, diedThose are people who died, diedThose are people who died, diedThose are people who died, diedThey were all my friends and they diedMary took a dry dive from a hotel roomBobby hung himself from a cell in The TombsJudy jumped in front of a subway trainEddie got slit in the jugular veinAnd Eddie, I miss you more than all the othersAnd I salute you brotherThose are people who died, diedThose are people who died, diedThose are people who died, diedThose are people who died, diedThey were all my friends, and they diedHerbie pushed Tony from the Boys' Club roofTony thought that his rage was just some goofBut Herbie sure gave Tony some, some bitchen proofHey, Herbie said, Tony, can you fly?But Tony couldn't fly, Tony diedThose are people who died, diedThose are people who died, diedThose are people who died, diedThose are people who died, diedThey were all my friends and they diedBrian got busted on a narco rapHe beat the rap by rattin' on some bikersHe said, hey, I know it's dangerousBut it sure beats Riker'sBut the next day he got offedBy the very same bikersThose are people who died, diedThose are people who died, diedThose are people who died, diedThose are people who died, diedThey were all my friends, and they diedTeddy sniffing glue he was twelve years oldFell from the roof on East Two-nineCathy was eleven when she pulled the plugOn twenty six reds and a bottle of wineBobby got leukemia, fourteen years oldHe looked like sixty five when he diedHe was a friend of mineThose are people who died, diedThose are people who died, diedThose are people who died, diedThose are people who died, diedThey were all my friends, and they diedG-berg and Georgie let their gimmicks go rottenThey died of hepatitis in upper ManhattanSly in Vietnam, took a bullet in the headBobby OD'd on Drano on the night that he was wedThey were two more friends of mine, I miss 'em, they diedThose are people who died, diedThose are people who died, diedThose are people who died, diedThose are people who died, diedThey were all my friends and they diedMary took a dry dive from a hotel roomBobby hung himself from a cell in the tombsJudy jumped in front of a subway trainEddie got slit in the jugular veinAnd Eddie, I miss you more than all the othersThis song is for you my brotherThose are people who died, diedThose are people who died, diedThose are people who died, diedThose are people who died, diedThey were all my friends, and they diedThose are people who died, diedThose are people who died, diedThose are people who died, diedThose are people who died, diedThey were all my friends, and they died