Badlees Leaning On The Day's Parade
He'd eat at KFC Wore salad clothes and smelled like turpentine He talked alot about his art With a spitting image of Ernest Borgnine They found him dead the other day Out where the punks and school kids play And a mere in the shade Leaning on the day's parade Leaning on the day's parade Kid spilled some mercury He stole from school, inside of school He covered his ass he thought The school director is in his gene pool But he had too much on his hands The organ donor list expands And a mere in the shade Leaning on the day's parade Leaning on the parade I never thought it wise To wish for anyone's demise Every face a mother's kiss Every gesture's hit or miss And a mere in the shade Leaning on the day's parade Leaning on the day's parade Leaning on the day's parade Leaning on the day's parade
