HEEEEEEEEEY MR. MUNROE,

Put a song for me.
I'm not as happy as I could be.

A long time ago I can still remember
how her love could make me smile.
And I remember when I had a chance
to be happy for a while.

But February made me shiver
with bad news, and I couldn't take one more step
but to my death.

I can't remember if I cried.

The day that you died.

So bye, bye, Miss
this was the day that I died.

You wrote the book of love
and I had faith in you above.
Do you believe in that
she could have saved my mortal soul?

(I knew you were in love with him
I saw you dancing with him in the gym)

(That's when I knew that my luck was gone
When the music started)

While the king was looking down
the jester came and stole his thorny queen.

The court was adjourned.
This will be the day that I die.
The day that the music started.

My, my, Mister miss you
Drove my Chevy to the cliff
but my tears were dry

Do you recall what was the feel
the day your love died.

Love is the devil's spell
see him laughing on the stage.
He was singing:
my, my, Mister miss her
this will be the day that you die.

In the streets the childrens scream,
the lepers beg and the poets hallucinate.
And the 3 men I admire the most
took a train out of the city,
while singing,
bye, bye, Mr miss her,
this will be the day that you die,
goodbye.

And the good old boys drank whiskey
and waved goodbye.