Hot Snakes
Gar Forgets His Insulin
Dry your tears
We did everything we could
It's all done now
Struck down in his prime
Gar Wood
Gar Wood
Gar Wood
Gar wouldn't listen
He's in an airlock
He's in an iron lung
He's on a gurney
He was warned
He's in a drawer
He's in a bag
He's on a Lazy Susan
He's on the slab
From Letras Mania