tragedy

it's a tragedy

it's a tragedy

it's a tragedy

it's a tragedy. he was only twenty five

had an open heart and tender mind

he sang through all the hymns he knew

he was searching for a higher sign

when his water was turned to wine

all the darkness became light. babies and a patient wife

they just wouldn't have to keep him high

so he gave them up just to fill his cup

every sip would make him feel alive

no bones in his body were dry. it's a tragedy

it's a tragedy

it's a tragedy

it's a tragedy. now he's finally come around

he's got wrinkles and a crooked friend

he holds back tears thinking of the years

that the bottle had a long time down

so he'd sit have another round

singing hallelujah 'till it drowns. it's a tragedy

it's a tragedy

it's a tragedy

it's a tragedy.