Women fell into his arms
He rolled them up just like cigars
Later on he would discard them
on the hardwood floor.
Visions of power danced in his head
Let them right, he'd throw women out of his bed
There's still a spot where one of them bled
on the hardwood floor.
(Chorus:)
|: |: Sing me no sad song :| :|
There is nothing he couldn't have done
But now he's dead and gone
Tried to murder the sun with a handmade gun
But the sun shone on and on.
Chorus
Instrumental
They never made something he couldn't afford
He had it all and still wanted more
They found him dead stabbed in his bed
with his head on the hardwood floor.
Chorus (3x)