About A Guy
About A Guy
So how about that guy,
The one who shot his head?
Boy, he went out with a Bang- -
An immortal story
Oh no, he’s lost his mind,
Evidence of that gaping hole
That shot gun left behind- -
What a nice day to die!
Born to leave us
A hero’s hero, dirtied up the line
Even when he’s dust
We still call him “Mine”
Mirror, mirror, in that hall
Through all the hardship
Will he fall? - -
In the dark, it’s a lie!
But what would he think
What would he say?
Mind your manners,
And get the hell away!
So how about that guy,
The one who shot his head?
Boy, he went out with a Bang- -
An immortal story
Oh no, he’s lost his mind,
Evidence of that gaping hole
That shot gun left behind- -
What a nice day to die!
Born to leave us
A hero’s hero, dirtied up the line
Even when he’s dust
We still call him “Mine”
Mirror, mirror, in that hall
Through all the hardship
Will he fall? - -
In the dark, it’s a lie!
But what would he think
What would he say?
Mind your manners,
And get the hell away!