Larry Brown

Black roses, leukemia
Took my friend Larry Brown
Thirteen years old and fading fast
Whoa, ain't life a bitch?
Whoa
My grade school, my neighbor
Mom's smokes and dad's dirty magazines
He lived so cool and carefree
I won't take life for granted

I'm too young to die (Whoa)
Fate can be so cruel sometimes

My friend, remember, remember me
When you're down and you're out, pick it up
Remember, remember me
When you're down and you're out, pick it up

When I look up at night
I count the stars in the sky
It makes me think of Larry
'Cause he was always aiming high
Whoa
His brothers, Norm and Jesse
Played live music, had long hair
Larry loved his big brothers
I guess you had to be there

I'm too young to die (Whoa)
Fate can be so cruel sometimes

My friend, remember, remember me
When you're down and you're out, pick it up
Remember, remember me
When you're down and you're out, pick it up

I can't believe you're gone
Guess it's time we carry on
Well, it's just not the same (Not the same)
Without you in the game

Black roses, leukemia
Took my friend Larry Brown
Thirteen years old and fading fast
Whoa, ain't life a bitch?

Remember, remember me
When you're down and you're out, pick it up
Remember, remember me
When you're down and you're out, pick it up
Remember, remember me
When you're down and you're out, pick it up
Remember, remember me
When you're down and you're out, pick it up