It's a tragedy
It's a tragedy
It's a tragedy
It's a tragedy
He was only twenty-five
Had an open heart and tender mind
He sang through
All the hymns he knew
He was searching for a higher sign
When his water was turned to wine
All the darkness became light
Babies and a patient wife
They just weren't enough to keep him high
So he gave them up
Just to fill his cup
Every sip would make him feel alive
No bones in his body were dry
It's a tragedy
It's a tragedy
It's a tragedy
It's a tragedy
Now he's finally coming around
He's got wrinkles and a crooked frown
He holds back tears
Thinking of the years
That the bottle had him all tied down
So he'd sit and have another round
Singing Hallelujah till he drowns
It's a tragedy
It's a tragedy
It's a tragedy
It's a tragedy
It's a tragedy
It's a tragedy
It's a tragedy
It's a tragedy