The evil
it spread like a fever ahead
It was night when you died
my firefly
What could I have said
to raise you from the dead
Oh could I be the sky
on the Fourth of July
Well you do enough talk
My little hawk why do you cry
Tell me what did you learn
from the Tillamook burn
Or the Fourth of July
We’re all gonna die
Sitting at the bed
with the halo at your head
Was it all a disguise
like Junior High
Where everything was fiction
future and prediction
Now where am I
My fading supply
Did you get enough love
my little dove
Why do you cry
And I’m sorry I left
but it was for the best
Though it never felt right
My little Versailles
The hospital asked
should the body be cast
Before I say goodbye
my star in the sky
Such a funny thought
to wrap you up in cloth
Do you find it all right
my dragonfly
Shall we look at the moon
my little loon
Why do you cry
Make the most of your life
while it is rife
While it is light
Well you do enough talk
My little hawk why do you cry
Tell me what did you learn
from the Tillamook burn
Or the Fourth of July
We’re all gonna die
We're all gonna die
We're all gonna die
We're all gonna die
We're all gonna die
We're all gonna die
We're all gonna die
We're all gonna die