He'd eat at KFC, wore "sally" clothes and smelled like turpentine
Talked a lot about his art with a spitting image of Ernest Borgnine
They found him dead the other day
Out where the punks and school kids play
And I'm here in the shade
Leaning on the day's parade
Leaning on the day's parade
Kid spilled some mercury he stole from school inside his school
Covered his ass he thought, the school director's in his gene pool
But he got too much on his hands
The organ donor list expands
And I'm here in the shade
Leaning on the day's parade
Leaning on the day's parade
I never thought it wise
To wish for anyone's demise
Every face a mother'd kiss
Every gesture's hit or miss
And I'm here in the shade
Leaning on the day's parade
Leaning on the day's parade