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

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