America the Great
Poisoning his body ever since she left;
right up close, yet a million miles away.
Meth-lab;
got rehab.
Wasting away in his jail cell,
he's straight to heaven, yet living in hell.
Right up close, yet a million miles away.
Knock on wood; hope he stays good.
In spite of strife, she took his life;
she was supposed to be his wife.
Copyright © Chris Patton | Year Posted 2006
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