Two-Face

Hey, you up there. Yea you.
You chip off the ol’ block.
Christ you were a smart guy,
With the sweetest little wifey,
And the swellest kids ever.
A good little bloke with a pure heart.
Can you hear the fluttering whispers of the faint angel voices up there?
Wow you left a jolly happy- brute creation down here,
But now you’re como un santito.

Yea, well ignorance is bliss, and all good men hope for peace.
If your eyes get starry with tears again, I’m gunna have to puke.

Hey you down there. Yea you.
You crazy, funny ol’ fat man.
Christ, you talk like a snot,
With your little squirt- face.
You were as dumb as a hoot owl,
And the stinkingist louse God ever let live.
You god-damned sap with your thick wooden head.
You stupid, stupid, stupid , good-for-nothing piece of sawdust.
But now you’re gone. I guess God answered our prayers.