David - God Alone

O' David, my David: born in 1936

Aged to seventy-two, until that Bangkok hotel room

O' David, big David — play me a song

I see them spider fingers, work the keys

Oh David, my David, where’s your sword?

That perfect katana with the woven-black grip

He was a man of the Hollywood hills

And he was buried in a bamboo casket

But don’t go be asking Gail or Marina or any of the others

Yeah, that’s David — born 1936

Aged to 72 (until that Bangkok Hotel room)

Oh David, my David, why’d you leave?

We know where you went

We know how you went