[Best I can manage today is some lyrics for my band to sing about our buddy who drank and drugged himself to death.]
Dumbass
Verse 1
You coulda stopped drinking
You coulda started thinking
You coulda listened to your therapist
to deal with the terrible shit
Chorus
Dumbass! You were a dumbass!
We’re not saying we don’t love you
cuz we do. Dumbass!
You were a dumbass!
I know that you know it’s true.
Verse 2
You coulda stopped
getting high
coulda found a job
and found a way to get by
You coulda got soner
Now you’re not
getting older
Chorus
Dumbass! You were a dumbass!
We’re not saying we don’t love you
cuz we do. Dumbass!
You were a dumbass!
I know that you know it’s true
Verse 3
You coulda lived
in someone’s basement
but you’d rather drift
than pay rent
You coulda got sober
Now you’re not
getting older
Chorus
Dumbass! You were a dumbass!
We’re not saying we don’t love you
cuz we do. Dumbass!
You were a dumbass!
And we’re a bunch of dumbasses, too.
And we’re a bunch of dumbasses, too.
Especially Drew.
Nice. Especially like “You coulda got sober / Now you’re not / getting older …” sad and final.
And Drew. Especially Drew.
Drew’s our drummer.
Figured he is a band member, he’s just the only Dumbass called out by name.
…for the rhyme, more than anything.
I love this–for all the well-loved folks that couldn’t find their way out.
You managed quite well. Something important to sing about.
I have not heard your band, but I could hear your voice singing this!
I hear this as some hardcore punk or metal.