Deadbolt - Jimmy's Grave Lyrics
I picked up a magazine one afternoonThere was an article about the city of RangoonI looked at a picture and nearly fell off of my seatOh, Lord, it was Jimmy, walking down the streetWho the hell is buried in Jimmy's grave?Who the hell is buried in Jimmy's grave?Who the hell is buried in Jimmy's grave?Who the hell is buried in Jimmy's grave?The picture was clear as can beThe beady eyes, the bad teeth, oh, it was JimmyThe picture I guessed had to be knew'Cause when he died, he didn't have that brand new tattooI called the photographer in New York--to see when he took the picture. He was found dead one afternoon, a bottle of Drain-O poured down his throat. Old Man Cooper at the mortuary--I talked to him, and he said--"Just leave things alone, boy." They found him a week later dead. Oh...This knowledge I craveWho the hell is buried in Jimmy's grave?Yesterday, I got a postcard that said, "I'll be home soon!"It wasn't signed, but it was postmarked from RangoonI'm gonna get a gun, get myself together, and be braveThis time, make damn sure I put Jimmy back into his graveBack into his graveBack into his grave...Who the hell is buried in Jimmy's grave?
