he sits on an electric chair
a deadman on his throne
he smiles through blackened, broken teeth
surrounded but alone
and as he shares epiphanies
the crowd just sits and stares
he's just a fool in an electric chair
and no one really cares
broken, broken, broken down
a deadman sitting on his throne
electrodes for a crown
and when he shares epiphanies
they all just sit and stare
'cause he's been broken, broken, broken down
and no one really cares
The angels tried to take him home before
he rasped a laugh and told them
they were crazy
for this is where he longed to stay
a king to many men today
but little did he know that was his chance to live
Now, he's just a fool in his electric chair
a deadman on his throne
he smiles through blackened, broken teeth
surrounded, but he's totally alone
He's been broken, broken
down
5 comments:
mucha gracia :)
I love the opening stanza, it rocks with a great tempo, it almost stands alone. This is amazing more so for the fact you created it in the midst of all that you are in right now, wow, you rock! Hang in there Mary, I'm cheering for ya!
I'm in agreement with Dave. You rock, for sure, in light of the circumstances (and otherwise, of course).
:*) you guys are the best...thank you
just looking for my friend...I think I might know where you are.
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