Oh, poor Brian Jones, of the Rock-Rolling Stones
Life below was a habit to feed
In his home in the sky he pops stars to stay high
Now he knows what they mean by God Speed

Oh, I dreamed I was there in overdose Heaven
Where a white boy, black, and a girl
Are wiped out on infinity
A new Holy Trinity -
Brian, Jimi, and Pearl

Broke, busted, and wasted our Jimi had tasted
The last of his cold turkey suppers
Now the Saints guard his stash of heavenly hash
God deals him nothing but uppers

Oh, I dreamed I was there in overdose Heaven
Where a white boy, black, and a girl
Are wiped out on infinity
A new Holy Trinity -
Brian, Jimi, and Pearl

Not one for half measures Janice J mixed her pleasures
Shot up what she couldn't drink down
No angels protested when the lady requested
Long sleeves for her heavenly gown
Oh, I dreamed I was there in overdose Heaven
Where a white boy, black, and a girl
Are wiped out on infinity
A new Holy Trinity -
Brian, Jimi, and Pearl