Corner of Lincoln

Oh boy, my dear Floyd Remember the time Being paranoid Caught heat, petty crime That old man at the corner He Didn't see it coming Toe tags from the coroner The bitter cold was numbing They had one thing in common It was legal murder Obey and worship law men Abusive sheep herders Oh boy, my dear Floyd Looks like you can't breathe Eyes becoming void No soul underneath The Monster that holds Tight grip, 'til you're cold The old man however Caught it from a psycho Who thought he was clever. Burned that red light He died that night Old man didn't come home that day Corner of Lincoln, where he lays His wife's memory is fading The lonely widow cascading He was out getting her flowers Before he got smoked by a coward One cold week in December Oh why can't she remember. Oh boy, my dear floyd Remember when we were alive Never paranoid When we were allowed to thrive Already kept that bar low Please tell me you didn't know Take us far away from the sun end it with the sound of a gun I promise to be more humane No more tears and blood stains