Oliver Twisted

Once I had a friend called Oliver Twisted Who used to think he was a brand and gifted Stupendisly handsome, Beautifully smart He had no heart On his own he was all alone He wanted more than he ever got Once I had a friend called Oliver Twisted Who took life so slow that he occasionally missed it Permanently senseless, never on his brain He had no brain Once I had a friend called Oliver Twisted Who lived on the edge or so he insisted Inteligently careless, hated rock and roll He had no soul