Rocket died dead on Monday By Tuesday he was in the ground Rocket died dead on Monday His guitar was all they found (it made no sound?)
I'm walking away from my suicide My weary world washed away once I walked outside That morning stroll in October when the light left me sober Jesus Mary Jehovah I almost crossed over Won't you do me a favor & send me a savior of a different flavor? & remind him to remind me how sweet the light
Rocket died dead on Monday By Tuesday he was in the ground Rocket died dead on Monday His six-string was all they found Folks say he caused no trouble He enjoyed his evenings about the town but Rocket 'tended church on Sunday then one day we wasn't around (he couldn't be found?)
I wanna scale your mountains, baby then ski down your tits How sweet the light!
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