Bad Jokes - Ceschi

He apologized to the folks in the back row who got splattered in blood at the

last show

He apologized for the spit and sweat that dripped off of his skin and his chest,

but none the less

He should have apologized for things that he never did when he should,

and things that he did when he shouldn’t

Of all those sins that gathered up to form a fifty foot dragon sleeping in a

labyrinth inside of his brain cavity stagnant

GG Allin threatened to blow out his brains on the stage, but when death day

came it was quiet and tame

And there’s the one about the girl in Berlin who jumped out a window when her

people convinced her suicide was performance

Bad jokes about bad people in bad bars make the bad worse and make the good

crash cars

So have you heard the one about the one man band?

I heard he sang like an angel before he hanged

So have you heard the one about the one man band, yes the one man band?

Yeah, I heard it…

But it’s too soon to laugh about his follies in the past

About the way that he got fat and couldn’t keep it in his pants

And I remember lies about five figure record deals

Headlining bills and lines when he tried to convince me everything was real

But it was a crying shame seeing him lye in pain after realizing the way he

wasted time and again

They dangled the prize in front of his tired eyes like arcade toy cranes with

no claws to play

He used to sing, «god damn another one of God’s bad jokes»

When he stabs and pokes at her last hopes

We were young once, we wrote songs about not giving a fuck, acting like we had

some guts

Laughing on a bar stool dumb, drunk, his one hand fiddled with some nuts while

the other held the mug

And every crease in his face was a fault line that looked like it had been

drawn there at the beginning of time

But he was only 45 when he died with no family left behind, just instruments

and a mic

And the story goes that he cried like a baby as he tied the noose waiting for

someone to come and save him