D.O.A.
We've got a man down
Down on life
These tears were here
But not the knife
He's taken bullets before
But not ones of sorrow molded in strife
Seen no great wars
Yet he's a casualty
Of a mental battle no less bloody
Than Normandy or others fought overseas
Struck through the heart with a speeding girl
But that's not why he passed away
The exit wound from when she left
In the back of his mind each and every day
P.O.W. 'til K.I.A.
Not much of a catastrophe
Can you believe this irony?
His C.U.R.E. spelled R.I.P.
He was
Struck through the heart with a speeding girl
But that's not why he passed away
The exit wound from when she left
In the back of his mind each and every day