How did Camus really die that night?

Were they right?

When he died was it really his time?

Or was it suicide?

And Holden Caufield is a friend of mine

We go drinking from time to time

and I find, it gets harder every time


Back Off!

You're out on the street again

Don't you stop!

Did you know you couldn't swim?

Back Off!

You're out on the street again

I'm not going to play if there ain't no way I'll win!


Hemingway never seemed to mind the banality of a normal life

and I find, it gets harder every time

So he aimed the shotgun into the blue

Placed his face in between the two 

and sighed, "Here's To Life!"


Back Off!

You're out on the street again

Don't you stop!

Did you know you couldn't swim?

Back Off!

You're out on the street again

I'm not going to play if there ain't no way I'll win!


Hey there Salinger, What did you do?

Just when the world was looking at you

To write anything, that meant anything

You told us you were through

And it's been years since you passed away

but I see no plaque, and I see no grave.

And I can't help believing, you wanted it that way.


Vincent Van Gogh, Why do you weep?

You were on your way to heaven, but the road was steep

And who was there to break your fall?

We're guilty, One and All


And I don't know much, but I do know this

With a golden heart, comes a rebel fist

But I can't help agreeing with those that would not quit.


And it makes me sick when I think of it

All my heroes could not live with this

and I hope you rest in peace 

Because with us, You never did!

And K.D.C., you were much too young!

And you changed my life!

But I draw the line at suicide!

Here's To Life!!