Willie, they found your body rotting underneath an East Hill home.
Empty bottle of pills and empty beer bottles
gathered around the sheet you used to keep you warm.
Were you ashamed? Were you afraid?
Life's too short to worry about what other people think of you.
Sometimes life ain't short enough at all.
Did you hear what the people are sayin'?
Sometimes people say some crazy things.
There's people speculating, downright accusatin',
making up crazy ass stories tryin' to figure out what's going on with you.
Did you do all these horrors to yourself - or were they done by another hand?
That's what the people are wondering.
Was it a suicide or murder in the first?
Was it a hit man or a freak accident from when you got drunk and stumbled around?
Clicked on your evil mind just like I can do to mine - just like we all can do.
Sometimes people say some crazy things.
Sometimes people do some even crazier things.
Sometimes people are some crazy things.
Your friends and your family surely shed a tear for you.
I have only found myself confused.
