Jude is Dead
Lie for me,
Love for me,
Sing for me,
Spout it,
I’m listening.
No defense,
Unyielding is my heart,
And my ears,
And my tears,
Seething my blackest of fears,
As you choose to slice them in a song.
And it’s wrong,
And “so long” makes a beautiful song,
And I know,
And it shows that you’re not very fond
Of the love that she gave
And the life that you’d planned.
Jude is dead and no one gives a damn.
So now I have friends,
At least one,
And he sends his time
Spouting an angel-like shout.
With his screams he defends
What I’ve known and the sadness I’ve had.
And “I Cant Stop My Feet,”
And he’s dying,
And it really makes me mad…
That he’s gone,
And I’m sad that it’s done,
And the voice of a God has gone out,
All alone once again,
Never knowing the one that’d want as my friend.
And Michael Jude is dead.
Michael Jude is dead. Sorry son, sorry son, better luck, better luck, better luck, better luck…
Open your eyes.
Are you blind?
What’s the deal?
Can’t you see
That he spoke of a love
That arrested the real?
And we feel,
And we get on our knees as we kneel,
And we beg,
And we pray for Britney Spears…
is a witch,
And a sign that the truth, it has passed.
And the wrong’s always right
But she has a nice ass,
As we pray for a taste,
And a touch,
And a tit.
Jude came and went but no one gave a shit.
No one gave a shit. Sorry son, sorry son, better luck better luck, better luck, better luck.
And Jude still lives but no one gives a…

















