Cry Me A River Williamsburg Sleeve Tattoo Blues

Went to see a band tonight
 And they wouldn't play my favorite tunes
 It's 2012 but I like the ones from 1992
 There was no place to sit
 And goddamn it I couldn't use my phone
 And fuck if the singer didn't joke
 That we all looked like cookie-cutter clones
 And they played too long
 And I didn't like his new words
 About guys in tennis shoes
 And moderately talented yet attractive young girls
 When I get home
 I tell you just what I'm gonna do
 I'm gonna cry me a river
 Williamsburg Sleeve Tattoo Blues
 Cry me a river Williamsburg sleeve tattoo blues Gonna tell you a little story here because, well, what the heck
 About a guy named Billy
 Who was born with a birth defect
 Was in a wheelchair by the time that he was 36
 He was hunchbacked and his feet and his hands were green
 And all turned in
 One day the candy stripers were taking him
 Out of his bed
 And they dropped him by accident
 Within five minutes
 He was pronounced dead
 I used to visit him with my father
 When I was a child
 I never saw Billy once when he didn't have
 The happiest smile
 I'll tell you another story here because, you know, well, what the fuck
 About a winter's day I was in Tennessee
 And my friend was out fixing his truck
 The next door neighbor kid was in the woods
 When a hunter mistook him as a buck
 He was shot in the heart
 And that was the end of his short run of luck
 He was 10 years old
 And he never got a chance to fuck
 Or to play guitar
 Or get a tattoo
 Or dwell on the internet and run amok
 His mother was shattered
 Like a clay disc
 Or a ceramic duck
 While the rest of the world was watching MTV
 And hating [?]
 I'll tell you another story here about a tough Colombian kid
 Named Jimmy
 Who sadly only lived to be the young age of 23
 He held the featherweight title back in 1995
 Til he stepped in the ring with Rafael Ruelas' older brother Gabe
 And he died
 He had the heart of a lion
 Was outclassed and dropped in round 11
 And two weeks later he found himself
 In [?] heaven
 Jimmy Garcia's mother lost her young son
 But in time she found forgiveness
 And put her arms around the other mother and father's son
 Told Gabriel to get back out there
 Put up his fists and get in that ring
 And that in him, she would always see
 Her beloved son Jimmy
 You go quack quack quack quack
 Quack quack quack
 Like a little rubber duck
 Like a pathetic whiny sad little child hater boy fuck
 Go in on your analyst
 Little petty bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch
 Be glad you're not a motherfucker sleeping in the ditch
 Sleeping in the streets
 Sleep in your own vomit
 Sleep in your own piss
 Sleep in a pile of pigeon or dog or rat or crackwhore shit
 Or a murder victim in one of those Die For Me or Helter Skelter books
 Or one of those mentally ill kids
 Who was tortured in that Staten Island place called Willowbrook
 I was a kid in a basement when Geraldo Rivera broke that story
 And the images of those kids being tortured in that institution
 Stayed with me
 And they were so fucking gory
 Grateful you got legs to stand on
 And a place to pass
 Precious days on this earth
 That you still got
 Your life could end with a bullet in your head
 In a parking lot
 Or in a cancer ward
 Much earlier than you ever thought
 Crying the river
 Williamsburg Sleeve Tattoo Blues
 (And you won't be)
 Crying the river
 Williamsburg Sleeve Tattoo Blues