The obituary notice of Neil SMITH

In a hole way over, way over your head
In need of a friend to come 'round and put you to bed
In a hole way over, way over your head
In need of a friend to come 'round and raise up the dead
In a hole way over, way over your head
In need of a friend to come 'round and put you to bed
Raise the dead

miss you dad need ya more than ever

8 weeks sober dad buzzing with meself lol hope your watching over us all love Danny

I wish I could create myself
A cool machine designed to help
Not always hurting
Just plug me in and do the rounds
Impress your friends
Save yourself pounds
I'll not be wanting
I wish that things could be that way
But every dog must have its say
The orchestra's tuning
I understand your suffering
I felt the same sting in my heart
That's why I'm singing
Drifting away as lovers do
Heads you win and tails I lose
Nothing to say
much less to do
Unhappy me unhappy you
I know you want it all to end
Transform a love into a friend
Magicians can do
Gut feelings come
Gut feelings go
Like rivers we have no control
They just keep flowing
Yeah, I wish I could create myself
A cool machine or someone else
A lot less knowing

Dad listen to James life's cruel were are you il be coming home 🏡 love Dan snr