(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 a** 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