I am the boy your mother wanted you to meetnBut I am broken and torn with heels at my feet (?)nAnd with your purest light why don't you shine on menWell I should have been an angelnBut I'm too dumb to speaknNow as she gets nearer, the visions get clearernI'm kneeling, weepingnI will hold her dearnOh, If your eyes water, you've got your favorite number to spinnnAnd oh, what a crying shame, a crying shamenWhat we becamennMurdered my throat, screaming bloody all nightnHit him with a book and how he crumblesnOh you should have seen the arches tumblenThey're golden no more nNow I'm smiling in my bloodnnI'm caught in a whirlwindnI'm going to heavennI'm standing on trial and it's painted on canvasnAn eternal testament to how we are so animalisticnnAnd oh, what a crying shame, what a crying shamenWhat we becamennI bow my head in the morning light and say goodnightnI held her hand and I, I kissed her eyesnStumbled down the stairs and hang my self on highnAnd I started for the town got to the front yardnAnd died