Lyrics

I can't tell whether I like this one or not. Seems like maybe it needs BGVs to punch it up.


Beatrice, Beatrice
Those Nimbus clouds are finally here
Beatrice, Beatrice
Is that weather-watcher metaphor clear?
With a downburst in my eyes
And a dry slot in my heart
Jeanne, did I forecast her demise?
Beatrice, Beatrice
Pretty soon you’ll putrefy
Beatrice, you’re barely cold, but
Some of your reports sent me awry
Beatrice, I don’t blame you
Maybe it was your lazy eye
Henry spent the funds we bestowed
On Chilean hookers and coke
His smile is surely hiding tears
Beatrice, Beatrice
This dirge is sponsored by Goodyear