I knew a man that had died in a ship of his own design
When he came back his heart was dead, he said “kid
You are on my track”
And every day since then has passed
In a sad and peculiar way
That leaves my heart so dark and gray

I knew a kid who clawed his way from the womb to the second grade
They sold his heart for a pill that dims the sun and makes
The sky seem still
So I wrote his name upon the cask
And when the cash came out well I made a pass
Because all my friends
Have folded hands