All My Heroes Were Junkies

In 1968, he did shots with The Doors at the Whisky a Go Go

It was on one of them hot Hollywood summer nights

He says, "Jimi came in tight leather slacks

It was hot as hell, but we were drinking Jack

His eyes were like quarters 'round the black

When he stepped under the stage lights

And you know me," he says, "I had pawned my only camera

I had no way to record these fleeting Kodak moments

That sprung to life each and every Saturday night

I was too far gone back then to have known it"

He says, "All my heroes were junkies

Now all my heroes are dead"

I say, "Hey Tony, consider yourself lucky

To be a junkie in a hospital bed"

He says, "You know, Judy Garland never showed up

When I took my walk in the land of Oz

Though I copped it on a purple horse one morning

When he asked me why I was staggering

I said, "Because, because, because, because

The wizard never gave me no surgeon general's warning"

He says, "All my heroes were junkies

Now all my heroes are dead"

I say, "Hey Tony, consider yourself lucky

To be a junkie in a hospital bed"

"Now who rolled a joint

When Bob Dylan got high with The Beatles?"

He says, "Who put my world on pins and needles?"

On pins and needles

He tells the nurses they should do something

With the ceiling in the rehab ward

Like paint a fresco to the late great Betty Ford

They come in and make their jokes

About pulling out all my power cords

He says, "Did you come up with something

I didn't already know?"

All my heroes were junkies

Now all my heroes are dead

I say, "Hey Tony, you're lucky

To be a junkie in a hospital bed"

A junkie in a hospital bed

A junkie in a hospital bed

In a bed

Oh, in a bed

In a bed

A junkie in a hospital bed

Oh, in a bed

A junkie in a hospital bed

Oh, in a bed

A junkie in a hospital bed

Oh, in a bed