Killed By The Boom - The Veils

He stared at the skyline with a look of avarice

He smelled the diesel of a passing train

He fell with both hands still in his pockets

Killed by the boom and washed away

Oh no what a tragedy

Say what you want about him

I say goddamn

He wasn’t no drug dealer momma

He was a dancer

With the dull eyes of a steer and a lions mane

Bear me no public opinion it never answers

Whatever intuition cannot explain

Oh no what a tragedy

Say what you want about him

I’ll say goddamn

No recognition by the state nor senate

No epitaph to sing aloud his sweet name

No fourteen stations and the nineteenth sonnet

He weren’t no wealthy man but he was a man all the same

Oh no what a tragedy

Say what you want about him

Oh no what a fucking tragedy

Say what you want about him

I say goddamn

It weren’t the rain that killed him

And it weren’t his muddy ears

It weren’t the rain that killed him

He was killed by the boom

He was killed by the boom