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