The Reverend Tholomew Plague

James was a drummer, not long ago
Living in the breeze of Huntington beach
terrorizing everyone just for show
those stallion ducks you tried to reach
befriending the best guitarist ever
in the band we dedicate your name to
you, drank the blood, said you'd live forever
but at the time, if only we all knew
we take things for granted, 'specially life
we're gone by the time the fat lady sings
James, man, you just went and left your wife
without a single warning, you sprout wings
now the thunder is your only backbeat
no one is here to fill your drumming seat

The End

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