Efilnikufesin (N.F.L.) (Anthrax cover)

It started back in high school
 So cool, king of the scene
 You found that making people laugh
 Was more than just a dream
 The public took right to you
 Like flies to a pile of [bad word]  So funny and smart, so talented
 But success just couldn't fit

 Wasting your life no future bright
 Dancing on your grave
 Living like a slave, someone should've said...

 NFL, Efilnikufesin NFL
 NFL, Efilnikufesin NFL

 Wake up dead in a plywood bed
 Six feet from the rest of your life
 And when you couldn't see your own dependency
 NFL, NICE [bad word]  LIFE

 The whole world is your playground
 Yet you can't find your niche
 Your only friends, it helps you through
 Helps you dig your daily ditch
 The bottom line can't touch you
 Cause you're above the rest
 But your little friend's the enemy
 And the bottom line is death

 You lived a life of excess
 [bad word] shame it's such a waste
 Just one too many cookies
 From the batch no one should taste
 Yet his memory stills stays with us
 Cause watching him was fun
 Too bad things weren't different
 Who knows what he'd have done