5 dead boys sitting on a wall,
5 innocent souls waiting for a fall.
5 young kids who didn't know fuck all,
5 of us boys, just waiting for deaths call.
First there was Ozzy,
He was my good mate,
But he sucked on gas for fun,
Got frozen lungs for his fate.
Second was my mate Gav,
He took one too many sweets,
Was found dead in his Mums bath,
Fully clothed with sunken feet.
They were both my friends,
Now they're both dead,
No one cared but old bill,
Murder arrests, local papers said.
Then was Mario in Spain,
We toked n walked the sand,
He danced n touched the wrong girl,
Shot by Russian mob, with cut off hands.
N then my old time mate Luke,
Banged, then drunk til his liver was toast.
Cancer spread through him like the plague,
He was a skeleton, dying on the South Coast.
They were all my good friends,
Now they're all brown bread,
I'll be next the Devil said to me,
Making no 5, to join em he said.
5 dead boys were all sat on a wall,
5 dead boys all strutting tall.
Look for those 5 boys they didn't deserve their fall,
But we all die someday, so heed that call.
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