The Untimely Death Of Brad 歌词

Here is the tale, it's spoken word-for-word, It may be abominable, but, yes it must be heard. Nauseating at first, you can expect the worst, So listen closely, as the plot unfolds... I might stretch the truth, may be a little lie, There was a boy named brad, He played trumpet, and he died. Too young for him to cease, Why? we haven't got a clue, It's on the internet, so then it must be true. The untimely death of brad, How sad it must have been. If you see him anywhere, Remember to console him. I curse the day, i ever met the boy, Only the good die young, they say. The details of his death are vague Unbelievable it seems, As if his passing was only a dream. Catastrophe, calamity, What will we tell his mother now? Cataclysmic, a tragic mishap, I just heard that their band is breaking up. I hear his trumpet, his voice rings in my ears, It sometimes seems he's standing very near. I don't believe in ghosts, I've never seen one, But isn't the trumpet playing haunting on this album? A day that lives in infamy, In horror we behold, his passing,