The Ballad of B B Moore

A story about an overdose, and how it seemingly didn't stop anybody from continuing to use. A video that almost got lost in the archives the thieves present "The Ballad of B.B. Moore.''
Lyrics:
Take a walk with me, down a memory
We'll take it easy for sure
Ive got a lot to say, but not a good way to say it, so Im sorry if the topic is sore
Well BB was a man you could recognize, step mother to a mutual fiend
He came storming in the door one late afternoon, he greeted me and took his seat
Well his head snapped back with a slap on my back
he said damn dave you sure look fine
and if you ever get tired of that dirty little missus
you can turn around and you can be mine
It didnt take long from the look in his eye to tell this man had drank them blind
but his sale was still pending while im in the corner bangin
so i spared him just a bit of mine
We started getting high together, everything was looking better
till something just didnt feel right
I looked over for a moment
BB's mouth had started foaming overdosing on a single line
Well I dropped my rig and I propped the boy up oh my god and Im screaming his name
While my friends started hiding all the incriminating evidence
I held him till the ambulance came
Oh my lord we got the devil knocking at that door
wont you let him in I say no more
Well everyway we'll get high like everyday
Ill bitch and moan till I pass away

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