Doug

There were no thoughts of desperation
a cocked gun, bang, all over
Thank you sir, may I please have another
Thanks for the bills. Headstones don't come cheap

would you love the epitaph
Says, "John Doe, what a guy"
no one knows how you really died
Just a guy living outside, might have family

I grew up with your daughter
Headphones in your living room
Cabbage, beer, then marijuana
Shared your life, when you chose living

I don't understand quite what happened
Bang, you dead, no one else came
Saw you're name inside the paper
Paper found lying on the ground

There were no thoughts of desperation
In the way, Bang you're over
Flower child seen in the woodstock shots
baby, your 15 minutes and now tax dollars
Paying out your last goodbye