He stared at the skyline with a look of avarice
He smelled the diesel of a passing train
He fell with both hands still in his pockets
Killed by the boom and washed away
Oh no, what a tragedy
Say what you want about him
I say goddamn
He wasn't no drug dealer momma, he was a dancer
With the dull eyes of a steer and a lions mane
Bear me no public opinion, it never answers
Whatever intuition cannot explain
Oh no, what a tragedy
Say what you want about him
I'll say goddamn
No recognition by the state nor senate
No epitaph to sing aloud his sweet name
No fourteen stations and the nineteenth sonnet
He weren't no wealthy man but he was a man all the same
Oh no, what a tragedy
Say what you want about him
Oh no, what a fucking tragedy
Say what you want about him
I say goddamn
It weren't the rain that killed him
And it weren't his muddy ears
It weren't the rain that killed him
He was killed by the boom
He was killed by the boom