He stared at the skyline with a look of avarice he smelled the diesel of a passing train he fell with both hands still in his pockets killed by the boom and washed away
Oh no what a tragedy say what you want about him I say goddamn
He wasn't no drug dealer momma he was a dancer with the dull eyes of a steer and a lions mane bear me no public opinion it never answers whatever intuition cannot explain.
Oh no what a tragedy say what you want about him I'll say goddamn
No recognition by the state nor senate no epitaph to sing aloud his sweet name no fourteen stations and the nineteenth sonnet he weren't no wealthy man but he was a man all the same
Oh no what a tragedy say what you want about him Oh no what a fucking tragedy say what you want about him I say goddamn
It weren't the rain that killed him and it weren't his muddy ears it weren't the rain that killed him he was killed by the boom