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