Pontiac - Tilt

There but for the grace of god go I

Grew up on the same block I wonder why

Why you were the one to take a dive

And I got to go on with my life

The hand of fate is random I’m alive

Ain’t no reason or no rhyme

We are practically the same

I sing your requiem

I lose another friend

But I remain to receive your wake up call

Pontiac I love you and I miss you

It’s easier to love you now that you’re gone

Now I know the things I should’ve said to you

Now you’re gone

Sure beats me why we didn’t die

The time we brewed that cocktail «death surprise»

Mixed in all the pills your mama had

And washed it all down with my daddy’s gin

The hand of fate is random I’m alive

Ain’t no reason or no rhyme

We are practically the same

I sing your requiem

I lose another friend

But I remain to receive your wake up call

Pontiac I love you and I miss you

It’s easier to miss you now that you’re gone

Now I know the things I should’ve said to you

Now you’re gone

Now you’re gone