I walked upstairs into the kitchen
   saw a piece of birthday cake and I heard my mother crying
   "dressed in his black raincoat , black hat lying on the yellow line...he was run down..."
   your son was taken
   and he spoke so often
   with belief
   with conviction
   never with righteousness
   of the day he'd go to heaven
   and I will believe
   if only for his sake
   in father , son , and holy ghost
   in whom he was so certain that he'd
   turned the other cheek to those who teased and hurt him
   Leo is dead
   it's not the end of the world
   sometimes I wish it was
   I wouldn't wish it on anyone
   Leo is dead
   it's not the end of my world
   sometimes I wish it was
   sometimes I wish it was
   and as for the man across the street
   as he expresses sympathy (the fat, aging hypocrite )
   spit into his face with me
   "when you heard he was gone , you couldn't wait to be the first to seem concerned.
   did you think we'd never learn ?
   you were lying to us
   you laughed at him
   you threw upon him your own vices
   you lied to us about everything
   you lied about your barfly conquests
   dying your hair to hide the gray
   you're masturbating bitterly on your front porch while the wife's away"
   Leo is dead
   it's not the end of the world
   but sometimes I wish it was