He'd eat at KFC
Wore salad clothes and smelled like turpentine
He talked alot 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 a mere in the shade
Leaning on the day's parade
Leaning on the day's parade
Kid spilled some mercury
He stole from school, inside of school
He covered his a** he thought
The school director is in his gene pool
But he had too much on his hands
The organ donor list expands
And a mere in the shade
Leaning on the day's parade
Leaning on the parade
I never thought it wise
To wish for anyone's demise
Every face a mother's kiss
Every gesture's hit or miss
And a mere in the shade
Leaning on the day's parade
Leaning on the day's parade
Leaning on the day's parade
Leaning on the day's parade