Cry Me A River Williamsburg Sleeve Tattoo Blues

Went to see a band tonight

And they wouldn't play my favorite tunes

It's 2012 but I like the ones from 1992

There was no place to sit

And goddamn it I couldn't use my phone

And fuck if the singer didn't joke

That we all looked like cookie-cutter clones

And they played too long

And I didn't like his new words

About guys in tennis shoes

And moderately talented yet attractive young girls

When I get home

I tell you just what I'm gonna do

I'm gonna cry me a river

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Cry me a river Williamsburg sleeve tattoo blues

Gonna tell you a little story here because, well, what the heck

About a guy named Billy

Who was born with a birth defect

Was in a wheelchair by the time that he was 36

He was hunchbacked and his feet and his hands were green

And all turned in

One day the candy stripers were taking him

Out of his bed

And they dropped him by accident

Within five minutes

He was pronounced dead

I used to visit him with my father

When I was a child

I never saw Billy once when he didn't have

The happiest smile

I'll tell you another story here because, you know, well, what the fuck

About a winter's day I was in Tennessee

And my friend was out fixing his truck

The next door neighbor kid was in the woods

When a hunter mistook him as a buck

He was shot in the heart

And that was the end of his short run of luck

He was 10 years old

And he never got a chance to fuck

Or to play guitar

Or get a tattoo

Or dwell on the internet and run amok

His mother was shattered

Like a clay disc

Or a ceramic duck

While the rest of the world was watching MTV

And hating

I'll tell you another story here about a tough Colombian kid

Named Jimmy

Who sadly only lived to be the young age of 23

He held the featherweight title back in 1995

Til he stepped in the ring with Rafael Ruelas' older brother Gabe

And he died

He had the heart of a lion

Was outclassed and dropped in round 11

And two weeks later he found himself

In dead fighter heaven

Jimmy Garcia's mother lost her young son

But in time she found forgiveness

And put her arms around the other mother and father's son

Told Gabriel to get back out there

Put up his fists and get in that ring

And that in him, she would always see

Her beloved son Jimmy

You go quack quack quack quack

Quack quack quack

Like a little rubber duck

Like a pathetic whiny sad little child hater boy fuck

Go in on your analyst

Little petty bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch

Be glad you're not a motherfucker sleeping in the ditch

Sleeping in the streets

Sleep in your own vomit

Sleep in your own piss

Sleep in a pile of pigeon or dog or rat or crackwhore shit

Or a murder victim in one of those Die For Me or Helter Skelter books

Or one of those mentally ill kids

Who was tortured in that Staten Island place called Willowbrook

I was a kid in a basement when Geraldo Rivera broke that story

And the images of those kids being tortured in that institution

Stayed with me

And they were so fucking gory

Grateful you got legs to stand on

And a place to pass

Precious days on this earth

That you still got

Your life could end with a bullet in your head

In a parking lot

Or in a cancer ward

Much earlier than you ever thought

Crying the river

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(And you won't be)

Crying the river

Williamsburg Sleeve Tattoo Blues