Sarcasm ceases
when it's the only tone you speak;
but the irony was not lost on me
when they cut you down
from your pretty noose.
A hardheaded "fuck you all"
indeed.
It was exactly like suicide,
and now no one will ever
sing like you anymore.
The grass is sometimes greenest
where the dogs shit,
and sometimes we wallow
with all the other pigs...
So say
"Hello,"
to heaven for me,
because I was as low as
I could get--
just two drinks away...
But I climbed down
from my cross,
I've lowered my arms.
I'm sober
and I want to live.
