Kennedy

Kennedy kicks the young kids’ asses

Spills them out like a bucket of rain

Soaked on up in the weeds and grasses

Shovel of dirt, it’s a hell of a shame

 

All the kids with sunken ships for eyes

Swim against the rising tide

Shamble ring around the eulogy

Burning holes in pretty cheeks

 

Kennedy swings a lot of bad deals

Out the back of his Chevrolet van

Wants to show you his DJ tables

Get you back there if he can

 

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Kennedy’s lost among the oak trees

Can’t find camp so he lays down here

Curled up tight in a bed of dry leaves

Sun comes up, but nothing is clear

 

Hey burn slow now not too, not too

Hey burn slow now not too, not too

Hey burn slow now not too, not too

Hey burn slow now not too fast.

 

Kennedy asks a lot of questions

Says, “Hey old man, remember my name.”

Asks me if I ever been there

Different stop on a familiar train

 

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