Monday, 13 August 2012

85. Kevin


Kevin was a drummer
Always down and bummed out
Part of the the wrong scene
Started drinking gasoline
Mixed it with some dust
To clear out the rust
In his stressed out mind
Made him feel devine

And it's a shame
It's a shaAaAaAame.......

Now he's gone.

Kevin sat at home
Fighting tooth and bone
To save his own soul
Setting up his goals.
Went cold Turkey
But he won the lottery
Went and bought a bag of weed
Needed a lobotomy.

And it's a shame
It's a shaAaAaAame.......

Now he's gone.

Kevin started Rehab
But he found it real drab
Kicking round a tin can
Tried to kill his old MAN
What a person
Should have been a servant
Never have had this life
Might've even had a wife

And it's a shame
It's a shaAaAaAame.......

Now he's gone.

Kevin dreamed of children
Groupies always in demand
Of his obscene wang
Went and fucked another man.
Oh what a mistake
The kid was in the 5th grade
Then he got sent down
He's in a peado's playground.

And it's a shame
It's a shaAaAaAame.......

Now he's gone.

Kevin died through meth and pills
Made himself real ill
Case of die or be killed
He jumped out from the windowsill
His body stayed shattered
Down below people scattered
His blood splattered
And bones were shattered.

And it's a shame
It's a shaAaAaAame.......

Now he's gone.

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