I was a good boy   I was a good boy   I did things just right   I was a good boy   I was a good boy   I tried and I never faltered   And even though I sometimes felt like   I was pretending, I did fine   So I put on the *?*   And I carried the bottle and the wine      I was a big man   I was a big man   I knew everything   I was a big man   I was a big man   I saw god and thought I was *?*   And even though I sometimes felt like   I was descending, never fell   And I played with the powders    And I picked up the bottle and the bell      I was a victim   I was a victim   Of my own desire   I was a victim   I was a victim   I said "Yes," and thought I knew best   And even though you tried to stop me   I still refused to see your side   So I picked up the nickel   And I picked up the lighter and I died