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.