I had a friend who died for something he really loved
I had a friend who stood for none of the above
I had a friend whose experience was riddled with scars
Who got drunk one night in the trunk of Louie P.'s car
I had a friend who'd love to scare you as was his affections
And tremble you did 'cause you weren't worthy of his friendship
I had a friend, but now he's stranded on the Mesa st. exit
And sometimes I'm jealous 'cause I'm still at the intersection
I had a friend whose heart was too heavy to hold
Yes there's blood on the median like a boat without oars
Duct tape the cross on the brown colored box
Single file line on the unpaved road
They tipped their hats, respect for the dead
In Juarez, Mexico, where they buried my friend
