Goodbye to you, my on-off friend
Known each other since we stole that hen
Together we’ve slid down slopes and pipes
Chased by drug gangs, swallowed our gripes
Just like our rations and tripe

Goodbye, my friend it’s all your fault
That the cleansers locked me in this vault
Now that spring is in the air
Factory smoke is everywhere
Asthma and bronchitis to spare

We were bored, we were glum
We had seizures in the slums
But the hills that we climbed
Were just heaps of sewer grime

Goodbye, though pa abandoned me
Black market dealer’s wife when I was three
Never told me we were past
Siphoning power from the phone mast
Though the UPP was aghast

Goodbye, papa, though love’s a test
You probably don’t care that I’ve transgressed
Now that spring is in the air
Prostitution everywhere
Wish that we could stop and stare

We were bored, we were glum
We had seizures in the slums
And the gold we could reach
Was just toxic alloy leach

Goodbye to you, my favorite bong
Fond memories of tripping all day long
Crouched behind cast-iron heaps
Hallucinating in my sleep
Forgetting we both were cheap

Goodbye, my bong, soul’s in free-fall
Since they confiscated you in the hall
Now that spring is in the air
Rats and typhus everywhere
And loneliness around somewhere

We were bored, we were glum
We had seizures in the slums
And the mansions we owned
Were just huts we’d part-time loaned

We were bored, we were glum
We had seizures in the slums
But the waste and disease
Are now just fond memories

All our lives, we were bums
We had seizures in the slums
But the dreams that we shared
Were from cocaine we’d prepared…