You would have laughed at things they said, It seems you’re much more loveable, Now that you are dead, And if you were here you’d be half-plastered, Show up late and play the bastard, Leaving me to clean up after.
Adios my red-eyed genius fucked up friend, We rocked the casbah back in god-knows-when, We thought those days would never end.
You would have gagged at songs they played, You would have left to light up, When they stood and prayed, Your brother called you a ‘soul who searched’, Well, maybe so, but not near church, I can’t believe you knew these jerks.
Adios my red-eyed genius fucked up friend, We rocked the casbah back in god-knows-when, We thought those days would never end.
There were times I hated you – it’s true, I never had the gifts that you completely blew, But I stayed faithful like the rest, I never questioned who was best, I’m glad we got that off our chest, so…
Adios my red-eyed genius fucked up friend, We rocked the casbah back in god-knows-when, We thought those days would never end.