Killed By the Boom

He stared at the skyline with a look of avarice
He smelled the diesel of a passing train
He fell with both hands still in his pockets
Killed by the boom and washed away

Oh no what a tragedy
Say what you want about him
I say goddamn

He wasn't no drug dealer momma
He was a dancer
With the dull eyes of a steer and a lion's mane
Bear me no public opinion it never answers
Whatever intuition cannot explain

Oh no what a tragedy
Say what you want about him
I'll say goddamn

No recognition by the state nor senate
No epitaph to sing aloud his sweet name
No fourteen stations and no nineteenth sonnet
He weren't no wealthy man but he was a man all the same

Oh no what a tragedy
Say what you want about him
Oh no what a fucking tragedy
Say what you want about him
I say goddamn

It weren't the rain that killed him
And it weren't his muddy ears
It weren't the rain that killed him
He was killed by the boom

He was killed by the boom