(alexander/naydock)

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