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!