Shutdown Blues

Cut throats form a queue
Murders in solitude
Sleep it off on a park bench
Leaving you will be a wrench
Shutdown blues

The church choir sings
The angels with gold rings
Finding someone new to curse
Every year until the hearse
Shutdown blues

Found a place to bury you
Feeling grey, feeling blue
Climbing mountains in the rain
This is doing in my brain
Shutdown blues