Never understand why
He only haunts his only sons
Too much love and now its gone sour
Just like cruel stagolee
You wish that he would fake his death
In the town that you knew him
Thats why i am leaving town this evening
The best keepsakes are the ones you keep
Its no wonder villans run like this
All filthy rotten stuck on a pier
Because the ropes still tied there
You fave me a silhouette instead
When you said that youd be there
