Today I saw the work of deaths ugly hand
Took the life of a man who lost his heart somewhere along the way
You stood so proud
You were so tall
Like you stood for anything at all
The last thing you said I´ll never forget
We could buried the hatchet and started again
But you threw it all away and took your pride to the grave
Won´t feel sorry now that you´re gone
Just a memory distant and vague
I do what I can to keep it that way
I am now the bastard son of a man with a death wish and a gun