Testo di Own Design

I knew a man that had died in a ship of his own design When he came back his heart was dead, he said “kid You are on my track” And every day since then has passed In a sad and peculiar way That leaves my heart so dark and gray I knew a kid who clawed his way from the womb to the second grade They sold his heart for a pill that dims the sun and makes The sky seem still So I wrote his name upon the cask And when the cash came out well I made a pass Because all my friends Have folded hands