He was an artist and a writer
and a poet and a friend
In a mans life he will take a fall
but how low he goes it just depends
Hes shooting dope in the mens room
at the station daly city train
Have you ever seen an angel well I know I have
theyll stay here for a while and then theyll fly away
Jackyl had a beer in his hand last time I seen him
When he rolled the dice he never thought twice
never thought twice about being him
Some grown up and some grow old
but what about the kid who never learned the rules
Spent all these years on this earth
when you look back its just a flicker of time
Jackyl was one of the ones that perished
He was one of the ones that was already saved
Through all the evil and wreckage
he maintained a sense of himself
Some men are in prison even though they walk the streets at night
Other men who got the lockdown are free as a bird in flight
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