The Ballad of Goodie-Two-Shoes

My mother went to heaven on the day that I was born My father raised me up before my mother he would join He said, “Son, to get to heaven you must live a good, clean life So you can go to meet your mother and see me with my wife.” So, I tried to be good and I followed the golden rule I did what I should and I was obedient all through school I shared what I could and I read my bible every day I tried to avoid evil thoughts and never a hurtful thing I’d say The kids picked on me and “goodie-two-shoes” became my name But, because I had a mission my actions always were the same The road to meet my mother was a path to be kept clear So bullies had their way with me – no retaliation need they fear After my father passed away I met a beautiful young girl She was everything to me; she was the rock in my empty world We got married in the Summer; she was carrying my child in the Spring I was looking forward to being a father to this miracle she would bring I was working at a charity when they broke into my house My wife tried to hide from them, being quiet as a mouse They said, “Oh look, its goodie-two-shoes’ home, lets burn it to the ground” When she yelled at them to stop this act, my wife was finally found I won’t say what they did to her – the details I will spare When she said, “My husband will soon be back”, they said, “What do we care” “Goodie-two-shoes shares everything, of course he’d share his wife Besides, that man’s a coward; we can do just what we like.” When I came home and saw her, my mother spoke into my ear, “Don’t worry about heaven, son, I’ve always been right here.” I took my wife to the hospital, where they said she’d be okay Then I went to find those bastards and wipe my life of good away When they saw me approaching they laughed right into my face With the first swing of the baseball bat I fell from heavens’ grace Two men were unconscious before the third knew what to do The bullet that he shot at me, my shoulder it passed right through Justifiable homicide – on probation for ten years My wife and son at my side, there is happiness in my tears My mother and father visit me every night in my bedtime dreams I didn’t need to take that path to heaven – or so, at least, it seems