Wish You Were Dead - A Loving Tribute To David Gilmour And Roger Waters - Poem by Kevin Patrick
So, So I think I can Say, that being with you
Was like heaven and hell
Though in the end just the latter
Blue skies filled with Grey
You made green fields frail
By your cold steel shell
Your innocents was a veil
; Yes I think I can tell
You betrayed all your heroes
And made them friends with a knife
Hot Ashen compassion!
Hot air with no manner!
Should just change you to cold matter
Yes Id rather exchange
romance with a passing bullet
than being married to your tragedy!
How I wish, how I wish you were dead! ! !
Your just one lost soul
I gladly drown in a toilet bowl
With every passing second
Run you down from my Volkswagen
What solace will I find?
Some divine peace of mind
Wish you were dead! ! ! ! !
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