Nagel baby had it coming
He was a child of the eighties
Nagel baby worked the big room
With a God given talent for lying
Bred in suburbia
Now he's a lifeles cold silver
He flew too close to the sun
Beatlemania
Gave him a glimpse of the outside
Multi-media
Created his own jet propulsion
Nagel baby
Some say that he's missed by the ladies
He died this side of midnight yuppy sc*m
He flew too close to the sun
Like a hot Maserati does 0-60
Cocaine and alcohol had driven him crazy
A man of his times
Will we miss him?
Will we miss him at all?
The times were a party
It was a party at times
He flew too close to the sun
Icarus