He never wanted love, he only wanted fun.
Sex, drugs and rock 'n roll
for him it wasn't all undone.
He just did all that God had forbidden,
But only love he thought was scary,
When love came, he just was hidden.
Then it was too late, the love-deny-er died.
All whom ever had want him
sit at his grave
and cried.
His mother planted a seed,
and what you think did grow?
Just a rock 'n rollers most loved eat:
Their weed!
1993.
(For Michael Hutchence)