The Ballad Of Ron Nasty

(unfinished project)

The Guru sleeps in a crumbled up heap, clutching a bottle of gin at the top of the stairs

A puddle of vomit, he uses as a pillow, this is what it's like when no one cares, yeah

This is what it's like when no one cares at all

Another brick in a wall

All through school we always were cool, growing up in the same neighborhood

Rich and I and them Weavers kids, seems like we were up to no good, yeah

Seems like we were up to no good at all

Another brick in a wall

(chorus)

Got hit so hard his head spun around

Started falling for the ground

Burst a vein going to his head

Now, Ron Nasty is dead

Thinking back to that old Pontiac, teaching me to drive so he could get drunk

Remembering the days when we had to part ways,he was rock and roll and I was punk, yeah

He was rock and roll and I was punk, that's all

Another brick in a wall

He joined the service, but he made them nervous, so he moved in to a room down the hall from mine

My new friends laughed at him behind his back from fear he'd join the party any time, yeah

From fear he'd join the party, anytime at all

Another brick in a wall

Got hit so hard, his head spun around

Started falling for the ground

Burst a vein going to his head

Now, Ron Nasty is dead

He used to love getting into a fight

Even if he knew he couldn't win

I had to kick his ass a couple of times

But I never could do him in

The Guru thinks it's okay if he drinks, it makes him feel better than his doctor's pills

Not so great to self medicate, when the cure to the problem is the cause of your ills, yeah

The cure to your problems is the cause of your ills, alcohol

Another brick in a wall

Got hit so hard, his head spun around

Started falling for the ground

Burst a vein going to jhis head

Now, Ron Nasty is dead