Booker

And the warden said
He wont need a cell
He has the key
Theres no harsher sentence
The mans doin life
In the first degree

Some people seek to set blame
Some just accept their part
And now you know why
Booker died of a broken heart

And the priest said
I can take confession
But not the sin
The church is shelter
Not the faith
Son, thats within

Some people pray for fortune and fame
Some just play a part
And now you know why
Booker died of a broken heart

And the doctor said
I can see youre hurt
Just by lookin at you
Pain we can help
But for hurt
Theres nothin we can do

Some people pick up the pieces
Some just leave them apart
And now you know why
Booker died of a broken heart