Hearing Screams - G.B.H.

You were twenty five when you split the scene

Why did you have to go away?

Prospects were good, you had money to burn

But you had the curse of the 'J'

Now the skulls they’re piling up

And it’s sure bad evidence

Just use your head when you’re getting wrecked

And do it with elegance

You’re hearing screams

You’re hearing screams

Living dreams for the last time

A lizard man with an arctic soul

And a skin of leather hide

Drank himself into the ground

Rotted from the inside

Now Johnny B he was real good

Sounded like a thunder clap

Lived too fast died too young

Just another in that trap

You’re dancing to the death

You’re dancing to the death

Taking your last breath

Dancing to the death