Cocaine Blues

I’d like to tell you a tale; our tale

A sad little story of boys and girls

Who became men and women and died

A story of adventures and experiments

That became addictions and took our souls

Of cocaine and champagne; poppers and weed

Of naked strangers and little children

Of pregnant girls and absent fathers

I’d like to tell you a tale; our tale

A sad little story of a lost generation

Of the nights we spent and the days we lost

The dreams we had and the hopes we killed

A story of loss and betrayal and despair

I’d like to tell you a story of our infatuation

I’ll wish for the story to be long and sad

So I can tell it through the night and day

Many things I’d like to say

Many stories I’d like to tell

But how can I tell my story

When even I can’t remember