1.4.5. - Dead Poet Society

He smiles she bats her eyes

Kind word and walks on by

But he don’t know how it goes

And he won’t be fresh no more

She runs and tells her lies

Hot headed husband he dont like no wanderin eyes

And he’ll teach him how it goes

And he won’t be fresh no more

He’s lying one eyed in the the ground

And she’s cryin

That night 1 .45 laid him down

And they’re flyin

Dark night he’s dragged out of bed

Ohh those dark deeds gone and left him dead

And In the river down he goes

And he won’t be fresh no more

He’s lying one eyed in the the ground

And she’s cryin

That night 1 .45 laid him down

And they’re flyin