Ned Nott was shot
and Sam Shott was not...

Twas it was Christmas
I got up to see...

Deep in my thoughts
Behind the outsider...

You look up to me
Cry my sacrifice...

To be so cruel to you, my friend
Is too cruel for us to share...

Her smile bright
Her high held dreams...

I wait inside the waiting room
Crying over my best friend...

Lying can pierce you like a flying metal dart
Like a stabbing saber straight through you heart...

I remember the day
The time and the place...

All this talk bout growing old togetha
Being best buds foreva and eva...