Living now only on prior imagery I summon them up from their bed Visions of how they looked to me when they were dead Thinking of how they must now look their filling my head.
Waiting for the day when I can make my life complete Exhuming his bones I want the bag back that I put at his feet Inside you will find trinkets, pictures and also a devil’s treat.
Opening your casket because you’re inside and I want to see Giving you a fresh breath of air like the times I refilled your A/C The crypt keeper they say I was dog dollar and you Richie Rich to me.
I remember the song when I was told you died at 45 years of age To the hospital drinking in the back seat I’m angry and need to rage Turn up the volume please so I can hear Bob Segar’s Turn The Page.
If I knew then just what it is I know now you brother would be proud Keeping you alive I tell everyone about you I say it clear and I say loud I love blending in public places like a chameleon I hide in the crowd.