He was an artist and a writer and a poet and a friend In a man's life he will take a fall but how low he goes it just depends
He's shooting dope in the men's room at the station daly city train Have you ever seen an angel well I know I have they'll stay here for a while and then they'll fly away
Jackyl had a beer in his hand last time I seen him When he rolled the dice he never thought twice never thought twice about being him
Some grown up and some grow old but what about the kid who never learned the rules Spent all these years on this earth when you look back it's just a flicker of time
Jackyl was one of the one's that perished He was one of the one's that was already saved Through all the evil and wreckage he maintained a sense of himself
Some men are in prison even though they walk the streets at night Other men who got the lockdown are free as a bird in flight
