Keep Them Bright in Heaven, O Lord

Son of a f**k just walked into a bar

Take a moment, light a deathstick

Let it rot your blackened lungs

Settle down, man,

nobody said this was going to be a lame joke

 

Who the hell did he think he was on that day?

The day he put a 9mm bullet hole on my chest

and on my beloved wife and children’s heads

in front of my goddamned sight

 

I brought my dead son’s baseball bat

It’s trembling, creeping on my arm like a spider,

ready to crush some balls

One, t--two cars outside

Won’t be a bumpy, rocky road

 

A man with his dead son’s baseball bat walks into a bar

He’s not welcome there

Not even a speck of dust

The bartender’s gonna have a bad, bad night