Aberdeen Boy

I was still small

Yeah I don't recall

John Lennon being shot in New York

But I know where I was

In April '94

When we heard that they found you

Laid out on the floor

They quote John as saying

There's no art without pain

Though I don't know if he really thought that

But if pain is the price

For what you put in our lives

Well I guess that we bled you pretty damn dry

We watched you hurt, hurt, hurt

Aberdeen boy

We watched you hurt, hurt, hurt

Aberdeen boy

You were ten years my senior

And I hard believed

You had all of this shit figured out

Now I've got twenty years

On the time you had here

And I think you were more lost than I was

There's rose-tinted glasses

When somebody passes

And I don't know if I'd feel the same

If you'd been allowed

To fade, not burn out

But I wish you'd been able to stay

And not just hurt, hurt, hurt

Aberdeen boy

And not just hurt, hurt, hurt

Aberdeen boy

I think that you'd think it was strange

The way that you've been venerated

I don't think that you wanted to be

A hero to them or to me

We were all mesmorised

By your frost sapphire eyes

And I don't think we thought to look deeper

Your words had the power

To feel like they were ours

Like we were all in on a secret

Your gift was a fire

And it burned you alive

For all that you gave us

The cost was too high

And then you were gone

We had candles and song

And we all tried to find what the fuck had gone wrong

And by then you no longer hurt, hurt, hurt

Aberdeen boy

You no longer hurt, hurt, hurt

Aberdeen boy

Ohhh Aberdeen boy

Ohhh Aberdeen boy