i never figured it would end up this way   as i lay on the ground, and silently prayed   for god's intervention, my soul to save   who the hell is the saint of lost causes?   i could see from their eyes, my time it wasn't long   reporters inquired why my vest wasn't on   my partner was crying for me to stay strong   the sirens seemed to grow quieter...      walk all the days just to stagger at night   a pension at twenty if all goes all right   to the junkies, the yuppies, ice-t, and the whores   i bid you a slán agus beannacht      it seemed like the shooter was barely fifteen   already his life had been stripped of all dreams   the crack and the gats make for one hectic scene   life never seemed any cheaper.   i'll always remember the words that he said   over and over they ring through my head   "go ahead shoot me, i'm already dead"   i see there's more than one victim...      on the day of the funeral, they all will be there   the tv, the papers, the bosses, the mayor   they'll tell all your family their grief is shared   next week you're going to be forgotten...   to my friends, i say, go on out for a drink   don't give a damn what the hypocrites think   belly up to the bar, give your glasses a clink   a toast to your fallen brother...