Booker

And the warden said

He won’t need a cell

He has the key

There’s no harsher sentence

The man’s doin life

In the first degree

Some people seek to set blame

Some just accept their part

And now you know why

Booker died of a broken heart

And the priest said

I can take confession

But not the sin

The church is shelter

Not the faith

Son, that’s within

Some people pray for fortune and fame

Some just play a part

And now you know why

Booker died of a broken heart

And the doctor said

I can see you’re hurt

Just by lookin at you

Pain we can help

But for hurt

There’s nothin we can do

Some people pick up the pieces

Some just leave them apart

And now you know why

Booker died of a broken heart