Out in the backyard yesterday,
trimming the hedges while the neighbor's kids were in pool.
The power cord got a little close to water's edge,
and sent 10,000 volts down,
little Billy's spine.
He was only nine.
Better luck next time.
Woke up one Sunday afternoon.
The family's gone on a hunting trip for caribou.
Broke out the ladder gonna fix some holes up on the roof.
I slipped and fell and,
landed on the ground.
No one was around.
When will I be found?
I'm sure not glad it happened,
but I'm happy as can be,
that it took the life from someone else.
Better them than me.
Bought a home right by the plant.
They said she'd never blow again, like she did before.
Perhaps they spoke a bit to soon 'cause, a half passed noon,
she blew like hell, and,
then the sky turned red.
Toxins overhead.
Everybody's dead.