nebakanezer
black crowes, the
he left his needle outside in the rain
he had twenty-nine blackbirds
spent most of his time making holes
nebakanezer lost his wife
she took her diamond rings and was
she left one satin shoe and a
she left one satin shoe and a very dull knife
so tell us what the sorry singer
all of his friends complain
they ain't sick in the head
they look like the living dead