Standard (EADGBE)
Intro
Verse 1
Me and My best friend Jim started our own band
When I was fifteen living in Deutschland.
Didn't matter that we could hardly play
Came up with a crazy name, called the band "Queen UK"
I played the guitar, he played drums
Our parents told us one day we'd be bums
And everyday we'd go over to his parents house
And in the basement we'd play as hard and loud
As we could get it. It drove his mom mad
But it never seemed to bother his drunk dad.
We wrote five or six, songs or so
We played them at the high school talent show
We blew the shit up. The girls went crazy.
We looked so cool. They called us 'baby.'
And after that man, we had it made.
The normal life was later-ade.
Interlude
Verse 2
Well I moved to Austin, he moved to LA after living in Seattle.
I joined a funk band, he got all into heavy metal.
It was a wild time. I did a lot of blotter.
It was like some bad episode of "Welcome Back Kotter".
I went out to LA to visit him.
But he was all messed up playing in some shitty band.
Snorting heroin. He had like ten tatoos.
We smoked some serious kind, drank a ton of booze.
We joked around alot. We'd always say
We've come so far since the good ol' days.
Interlude
Verse 3
It was a blur but, I don't really remember much.
Just glad to get the hell out, I never liked LA too much.
Austin was more laid back, more like my kind of town.
People kickin it, not so tightly wound.
My bands kept breaking up, like they always do.
I kept getting by, and pulling through.
I got a phone call from Jim one night in ninety-eight
He didn't sound so good he said 'I need a break'.
He said can I come to stay for a week or so.
I said 'That'd be cool. No problem bro.'
But I never spoke to him again after that.
I got a call from this guy in Jim's band Aftermath.
He said that Jim had died sometime last week or so.
In his apartment, some kind of overdose.
The police couldn't find his folks, and maybe did I know
How to get a hold of them and I said I did and so
They called his parents up and it was shitty but,
I went to the funeral and I was all fucked up.
And I felt responsible in some weird ol' way.
But there was nothing I could do, there was nothing I could say.
Interlude
Verse 4
That's the way it goes when fate is king.
You can't tell the world how to do its thing.
You can just hold on tight, let it take you for a ride.
And maybe you might make it to the other side.
Well in the end I guess, it doesn't matter so.