Everyone said he was a real good guy.
He couldn't be scary on his worst day.
He is always calm and he stays rational.
His legacy will warrant a statue.
But the truth is he scares himself sometimes.
There is alot of darkness in his head.
An old cynic who knows the game is up.
He feels the noose getting tight on his neck.
Someway, somehow, he will pay for his sins.
Even if no one knows them except him.
Always busy to keep his mind freed up.
Bitter is the taste of the past to him.
The future is just an illusion now.
This moment is all he has for certain.
He gets drunk to try and make his brain swirl.
A good numbing agent to ease his death.
From the moment we're born we are dying.
Takes two to tango but I'm all alone.
Go ahead; March me to the guillotine.
It'll be good to get this head off of me.
