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