Art Bergmann - More Blue Shock lyrics

Is it really true? You're not coming Round here no more No face at my door No jokes that had us Rolling on the floor You said you didn't like The spare-ribs In the restaurant But I saw the papers The police gave you They charged you With a**ult Now you've got More blue shock more blue shock More blue pills more blue pills It reminded me of a friend They found him hanging From a light fixture In the middle of his room Just before breakfast Swinging in the gloom And I couldn't help thinking This was gonna happen to you All screwed up in your head In your cell Swinging in the gloom More blue shock More blue pills Is it really true You're not coming 'Round here no more Locked up once And let out Never more More blue shock More blue pills