Dead Boys Don’t Cry (for Brandon Teena)

He only started to bind
Once he entered Nebraska’s back door.
I wonder now if he would have went in blind
Had he known the final score.
He was never reluctant in opening the bar door
But no one ever drinks because they’re smart.
He never had a plan to stop war
Now he’s drowning with others on the chart.

He claimed identities before they were defined
So he knew to never sleep above the first floor.
He claimed a Truth that to him was never assigned
So he never had the chance to ask for more.
I’m not sure he ever found what he was looking for-
I never saw it in his cart
Now he’s another name to ignore
Now he’s drowning with others on the chart.

All his checks were left unsigned
He had nowhere to run anymore.
They never said they didn’t mind
He never really knew love before.
The men took turns until the encore
When they ripped his spirit apart.
He saw everything in this world that was meant to be hardcore
Now he’s drowning with others on the chart.

He’ll never find a lover in a bookstore
He’ll never spend a day looking at art.
He’s buried with his alias under the floor
Now he’s drowning with the others on the chart.

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