AMERICAN STORIES PART II

They were broken hearted men
Although you'd never know it
They hid their tears behind spaceman shades
Hated the sun - adored the rain
Worshiped at the alter of Kurt Cobain

Last book read was his high school yearbook
Picked out of the garbage
Of a Sears and Roebuck
He knew all the cops and they knew him well
Said that boy there created his own hell

Well just like God was his reply
I wish I could remember how I use to fly
With angels and birds and flying fish
From the Atlas mountains
Down to Marrakech

They said he lost his will
His psyche jagged and ripped
He lost his ability to form friendships
But there was one thing that nobody knew
About a topless dancer named Runaround Sue

She though his sick jokes were funny
And she showered him with money
Running his bath so hot whether he needed it or not
She said come on Jim - get it together
There's nothing you can say that's gonna spoil this fine weather

I can't understand what keeps you standing
I know it ain't the things that I'm demanding
Darling you know you'll be a long time dead
Think of that each morning
And it will get you out of bed


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