How did you crash that car
which sent you flying to your grave
Tell the story grandpa,and tell it again
Did all the shrapnel miss your head?
this park holds dead people
this park has all the people who breathed and stopped
And out of all the stones
Theres only one i know and love
but ive never met and stared
At your body before
to the crashed roses and dead blossoms
Theyve been there since i was born
Because nobody came back and cried
While a baby next-stone screams inside
I think youre the best to talk to
Do not step on the stones
I said do not offend the dead
Showing them the living are better of without a head
But should it be this way?
Lets have them buried inside
And the dead happy and alive
Theyll enjoy life more than i ever will
Because theyve tasted death
But no,you deserve to rot there
Gods wrath put you there
He'll put all of us there
For driving too fast
For eating too large
For having a bath with the radio next to the tub
There must be a better world if god took you away from this one
and for all the good times and a dying parade for the bad ones lets live a life worthy to live for
