Mr. Wilmington

Lucky Boys Confusion

You dreamed he'd shine like the sun
Now your son is set
Hey dad,
Grab another cigarette
Ashes fall like an unpaid debt
Come on everybody
Place your bets

In seventh grade
He dug his grave
Trying to be cool
With the cool kids, hey
Follow everything they say
You might fit in
If you misbehave

At sixteen
He promised he'd be clean
You didn't bend,
But you sure did lean
You do not deserve this

Hey Mr. Wilmington
Yeah, I heard about your son
It's hard enough to hide your scars
In smalltown USA
Sweet Mr. Wilmington
Yeah I read about your son
Don't blame yourself,
You raised him right
Remember that
When you can't sleep at night

At twenty-one
You found his gun
Hey dad
It's just begun
The ties that bind
They come undone

Come on everybody
Just for fun
At twenty-four
You found him on the floor
Decadence was all he wore

At the funeral
Read his eulogy
Insincere apologies
You do not deserve this
Sll the papers and press decide
Hey, just another suicide
You do not deserve this