You take just one more step, I'm gonna knock you down. 

Jack spat those words at Rich as his stool spun around.

His friend's hand had traveled up the thigh of Laralee. 

Sure Jack was drunk but not so drunk he couldn't see.

Rich leered all Jack he saw was red. 

He saw the two of them in bed. 

A fist clenched tight, it shot out. 

Rich he fell, Jack's girl, she screamed out.

It made an awful sound, Rick's head when it went crack. 

And now he's laying very still.

Is his time up, is he not coming back?

No way Rich coulda helped himself, her booty was too near. 

A tiny voice cried “no!” a tiny voice he could not hear. 

Nothing really Rich could do, that girl, she's so fine. 

You try an' sit next to Laralee and not go out your mind.

Lara said, Jack, my God what have you done? 

I swear to God you are the only one. 

That straying hand, Jack, I thought was yours. 

Tears streamed down her face into the blood upon the floor.

(Instrumental)

It made an awful sound, the floor n' poor Rick's head. 

The question, really now, poor Rich, is he dead?

They'd been the best of friends until that fateful hour.

That move on Laralee, it turned their friendship sour.

Poor Rich had had him none, in nigh near a whole year.

He wasn't thinking good, he'd had way too much beer.