Dig, Lazarus, Dig!!! by Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds, in which Lazarus is shortened to Larry:
“(I want you to dig)
Well New York City man, San Francisco, LA, I don’t know
But Larry grew increasingly neurotic and obscene
I mean he, he never asked to be raised from the tomb
I mean no one ever actually asked him to forsake his dreams
He ended up like so many of them do, back on the streets of New York City
In a soup queue, a dopefiend, a slave, then prison, then the madhouse, then the grave
Ah poor Larry.”
All I could think about was OUR Larry…