Tragic

Tragic
By JJ Grey and Mofro
Transcribed by Slobrien (aka Mike O)


                                        
For his pleasure he sits sweating 
                                                            
The ghost of a man who now haunts himself 
                                                            
Hear the steady tick of time like a levee 
                                           
Holding in his troubled mind  
                                                       
He was proud he was strong 
                                                             
Now he s counting back the days to what went wrong 
                                                                   
A pipe a dream a fearful scream 
                                                                          
All these FBI agents hiding in your pine trees 


                                 
Lord it is tragic 4x


                                        
Burning faster than a fuse lit from both ends 
                                                                                        
He spirals down  At the ready with a list of excuses 
                                                                         
Most of his friends they don t know him now 

The family s tired and confused 
                                                                       
He s still trying to make an offer they can t refuse 
                                                                               
Is he clean is he free 
                                                                             
Are those FBI agents still hiding in his pine trees? 


                                                    
Lord it is tragic 4x