It started back in high school
   So cool, king of the scene
   You found that making people laugh
   Was more than just a dream
   The public took right to you
   Like flies to a pile of shit
   So funny and smart, so talented
   But success just couldn't fit
  
   Wasting your life no future bright
   Dancing on your grave
   Living like a slave, someone should've said...
  
   N.F.L., Efilnikufesin N.F.L.
   N.F.L., Efilnikufesin N.F.L.
  
   Wake up dead in a plywood bed
   Six feet from the rest of your life
   And when you couldn't see your own dependency
   N.F.L., NICE FUCKIN' LIFE
  
   The whole world is your playground
   Yet you can't find your niche
   Your only friends, it helps you through
   Helps you dig your daily ditch
   The bottom line can't touch you
   Cause you're above the rest
   But your little friend's the enemy
   And the bottom line is death
  
   You lived a life of excess
   GODDAMN shame it's such a waste
   Just one too many cookies
   From the batch no one should taste
   Yet his memory stills stays with us
   Cause watching him was fun
   Too bad things weren't different
   Who knows what he'd have done