Out in the backyard yesterday,
trimming the hedges while the neighbor's kids were in pool.
The power cord got a little close to water's edge,
and sent 10,000 volts down, little Billy's spine.
He was only nine.
Better luck next time. Woke up one Sunday afternoon.
The family's gone on a hunting trip for caribou.
Broke out the ladder gonna fix some holes up on the roof.
I slipped and fell and, landed on the ground.
No one was around.
When will I be found? I'm sure not glad it happened,
but I'm happy as can be,
that it took the life from someone else.
Better them than me. Bought a home right by the plant.
They said she'd never blow again, like she did before.
Perhaps they spoke a bit to soon 'cause, a half pa**ed noon,
she blew like hell, and, then the sky turned red.
Toxins overhead.
Everybody's dead. Everybody's dead. Pleasant dreams, and thanks for listening.