Happy birthday, Jesus. My best friend's gone.
He burned up inside an Oakland home.
Rare and wild,
brother, worker, husband, father, and son.
I'm in grief, and I'm not the only one.
I'm in debt to a bank so rich,
clutching tight to a single stitch.
Please, Whitey, please.
I'm on my knees. I'm on my last three pennies.
Someone wealthy, please help me.
I met the devil, she's a woman unkind.
She mixed my heart up and broke my mind.
Won, then lost me.
Way to go, Scorpio.
I'm in hell, and up in heaven I hear Evan cry.
There's a wire hanging out the window. Why?
Somebody came and turned out the lights.
Still, I try,
this honest trade to ply.
And I'm in tears as the bottles keep getting dry.
I don't care for any new sunrise
when any one could bring the day I die.
As a child, I believed
I'd be living a real long time.
But we're getting deep, the gravedigger and I.
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