Well he showed up on a rainy Wednesday night. And the suit he wore was blue.
A minor detail but one I recollect as odd, given his news.
He said “Running around like that will get you killed. See the folk in this here Grove they've got young ones to concern themselves with. We can't have fools like you go running round, talking bout something we can have, it goes against everything we all worked so hard for.”
And as he reached under his left wing and handed me that slip, I swear a shudder shook the tree
I couldn't see I said; “Is this real? Who put you up to this?”
He said “my friend you've been judged unworthy – my friend this is it.”
So I put on my best Sunday suit and I, I march boldly down to hell.
I'm a liar and a thief so this says and I, I guess we all must pay our dues.
And as I waited for the guards to come, and carry me away.
Fifteen bars I was granted, as my last request, to say what I need to say.
So there we sat, neither one would speak.
And the rain kept on falling. We shook it from our face,
He shuffled sideways sniffed sighed and said “Look I don't like this no more than you.
I just do my job as I'm told and one day they'll come for me, just as I come for you. But you were a songbird in your youth. Is it not? So here's what I can do. Fifteen bars you are granted, for all those you've loved, to say what you need to say. Do what you gotta do.”
So I put on my best Sunday suit and I, I march boldly down to hell.
I'm a liar and a thief so this says and I, I guess we all must pay our dues.
And as I waited for the guards to come, and carry me away.
Fifteen bars I was granted, as my last request, to say what I need to say.
Fifteen bars. It doesn't seem like much does it. Guess lucky for me no one I love here remains.
So permit me sir, my accusers to address, although me they would have slain.
My friends, only questions brought us to this, Tell me what was it you feared?
And if the acceptance of your reflection in those shards of your heart. If it drove you to tears.
Well, at least I know, at least I know you cared.
So I put on my best Sunday suit and I, I march boldly down to hell.
I'm a liar and a thief so this says and I, I guess we all must pay our dues.
And as I waited for the guards to come, they're gonna carry me away.
Fifteen bars I was granted, as my last request, to say what I need to say.
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