Crazy Dan

He can't help but tell his story. He'd give anything for you to listen.

Down at the prison there's a man,
They call him Crazy Dan,
And his mind's as shot as his body
From the drugs.
But have you ever taken time
To ask exactly why
He did the things that drove him to
This living death?
If you look into his dazed eyes
You'll get a big surprise
When he says, "One-thousand ghosts make staying
"Sane real tough."
"One-hundred awful crimes I've done
"To save my memory from
"The crime I did that drives my head
"To graveyard drift."
His eyelids will fly wide open
His gaze holds no hoping
That he'll ever leave the prison of
His haunted brain.
"All the pills and alcohol
"Are just bottles on the wall,"
He'll groan. "They tear you up real nice but
"Don't even help a bit."
"Yeah, there's some rules you shouldn't break;
"Some loves you shouldn't make."
Then, blubbering, he'll fall upon his
Cot, and then jump up.
He'll yell, "Please, remember me, man!
"Remember Crazy Dan!
"And never touch what will bring you
"To this hell!"

His execution is today,
But I know what he'd say:
"Judgment suits me fine, when compared with
"The pain I've known."