Not a long time ago...
It’s not hard to remember
How the heroin used to make me grin.
It screwed around a lot with my head
And when the urine tests were read
There might’ve been some in my urine.

But the paintings they made me shiver
With every one that I’d deliver.
Bad news was on the easel;
The future had some measles.

Told to kill Pete, I hadn’t cried
The exploding man’d leave no widowed bride,
But we all got hurt deep inside
The day that Simone died.

Oh my, my, I was so freaking high
Took my gun, shot around, tried to make Peter die.
I shot Simone, well so much for good-bye,
She was dead before I even said hi,
Dead before I even said hi.

I didn’t write the book of love,
I don’t have much faith in God above,
Am I going straight to hell?
I can paint the future they all say,
But Simone was not predicted this way,
I knew that I’d never here those church bells.

Well, I knew that Pete was in love with her
Painted them kissing under her umbrella.
She woke up in his bed, it’s true.
Something I could never do.

Heroin was my only ignition
It let me do some precognition,
But I knew it was a load of f*ck,
The day that Simone died.

I started singin,
Oh my, my, I was so freaking high
Took my gun, shot around, tried to make Peter die.
I shot Simone, well so much for good-bye,
She was dead before I even said hi,
Dead before I even said hi.

Now Simone Deveaux is on my bed
She’s just lying there being dead,
But that’s not how it used to be.
I took her to dinner, treated her like a queen,
The Denise Richard to my Charlie Sheen,
I said ‘Babe it’s just you and me’.

Oh, her father is a dead guy named Charles;
Met her at a diner by the name of ‘Carls’.
Then she gave me her number;
I was doing the samba!
I was so happy I let out a bark,
But now she’s gone like the Cutty Sark,
And now I shall paint in the dark
This day that Simone died.

I was singing,
Oh my, my, I was so freaking high
Took my gun, shot around, tried to make Peter die.
I shot Simone, well so much for good-bye,
She was dead before I even said hi,
Dead before I even said hi.

The cops showed up, they were asking more.
They heard the gunshots next-door,
Looked like I was in deep crap.
Then Simone was standing in front of me,
Turned out to be some chic named Candice,
Seemed that I had been played for the sap.

And in the end Linderman died.
Petrelli blew up, but no one fried.
Not a single bone broken,
Better then we were hopin.
But there was one more casualty;
Sylar had killed poor old me.
Then he stole my ecstasy.
The day that I had died.

I was singing,
Oh my, my, I was so freaking high
Took my gun, shot around, tried to make Peter die.
I shot Simone, well so much for good-bye,
She was dead before I even said hi,
Dead before I even said hi.

I was singing,
Oh my, my, I was so freaking high
Took my gun, shot around, tried to make Peter die.
I shot Simone, well so much for good-bye,
She was dead before I even said hi.