Old Graves

N.C. You believed red wine cured diseases. It did work once, a true miracle from a grinning shaman named Carlos N.C. Rossi, when all five of us were on death's door, but I know the wine killed you not too many years later. They N.C. called it a suicide, but make no mistake, it was a blood sacrifice to the Wild Irish gods. I will always miss N.C. you A F#m E ayee ayee ayee... A I rest my case D A You rest in a grave A A friend, you gave D Me strength through A The waves Bm You said "f**k it all" Dm But each "f**k it all" A Comes to an end Bm You said "f**k it all" Dm That "f**k it all" A Led to your death A I rest my head D A On a metal jail bed A And dream of ways D Things were better A Back then Bm When your "f**k it alls" Dm Your "f**k it alls" A Made perfect sense Bm But those "f**k it alls" Dm Those "f**k it alls" A Led to your death A Your body now floats D A On a river of ash A In times long past D You were all that A We had Bm But each "f**k it all" Dm Each "f**k it all" A Could be your last Bm Yeah, each "f**k it all" Dm Each "f**k it all" A Could be your last N.C. Eulogy for too many things to name N.C. But we will never be the same N.C. For the world we hated and love N.C. Its cities we watched burn from within N.C. Eulogy for our youth, our adults, and the animals that we have known N.C. And the pain to realize we will never see each other again N.C. But that's a part of life none are exempt from N.C. Even a four-billion year old planet ground to space dust N.C. Will be gone too soon