Text: Rancid. Daly City Train.

He was an artist and a writer and a poet and a
friend in a man's life he will take a fall but how
low he goes it just depends he's shooting dope
in the men's room at the station daly city train
have you ever seen an angel well I know I have
they'll stay here for a while and then they'll fly
away Jackyl had a beer in his hand last time I
seen him when he rolled the dice he never thought
twice never thought twice about being here some
grown up and some grow old but what about the
kid who never learned the rules spent all these
years on this earth when you look back it's just a
flicker of time Jackyl was one of the one's that
he was one of the one's that was already saved
through all the evil and wreckage he maintained
a sense of himself some men are in prison even
though they walk the streets at night other men
who got the lockdown are free as a bird in flight