Dear friends
When you said
That you'd been dropping bombs
On your own head,
It made me sad
Cause you're a man.
You've got your own blood,
Your own hands.
What you stole,
What you took,
Could break a heart,
Could fill a book.
The story, tragedy, and your memory
Will always be there.

I saved your life a hundred times,
Is this all that I get?
It's a total, a total waste of time.
I saved your life, I tried to share,
Now I don't even care.
It's a total, a total waste of time.

Oh, forces in the good guys win,
But you ran on me, it was within.
It made me sad.
You were a man.
You had your own blood,
And your own hands.

Oh, I saved your life a hundred times,
Is this all that I get?
It's a total, a total waste of time.
I saved your life, I tried to share,
Now I don't even care.
It's a total, a total waste of time.

Oh, la la la la la la

I saw the light
From your lamp.
You were out walking
3 in the morn'
The flashing came
As I ran well
And I have never seen
Skin so pale.

Writer : SCHEUERMAN, VINCENT PAUL
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.