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Poor Dave, we called him the Doctor Cos he always had boxes of mouthwash and medicine His father, he was a fascist And his mother sat silent His youth was not pretty, to say the least We put an ad out in a magazine He was one of the three kids that called And we turned him down right away Cos his parents were freakign out So he went to Richmond instead Where he met my friend Greg Wells Greg Wells was our roadie from before He had gone on many of our tours SongtexteIt was chaos or luck or fate or something That led Dave to his door Greg called me up and told me about Dave It seemed like one of those things So we decided to give him a shot You cannot escape your fate... We took him on tour and the van broke down He called home for the first time We were Holbrook, Arizona And the hot sun was melting our minds His father told him to call his ex-girlfriend His only ex-girlfriend, the love of his life When he was with her he was not lonely He was cool, and he was doing alright He had a cool car, and the kids payed him respect She broke his heart, he lost the car And he lost all of it So he called her from that payphone With the cold air conditioning He called her from that payphone Listening listening listening listening She said that she missed him And that she wanted him back His heart swelled and nearly exploded And pushed all of his blood out through the cracks He hopped on a bus for 52 hours Thinking of her the whole When he got back to Rockford all tired and excited he found out it was a lie And his Dad was behind it, his Dad was behind it I think its the worst lie ever told His Dad was behind it, his Dad was behind it I hope that he burns in Hell May all liars burn in Hell For the lies that they have told May all liars burn in Hell Until they're as black as their own souls Aus Songtexte Mania