Way down, way down Underneath the garden Wrapped up in some plastic Thats where youll find the bones Of Christopher John Bittner He was the first slain by my hand He was the bass player in my band But Id had all I could stand Of the game Well it started with the little things Hed make a mess, hed break his strings Hed book us gigs and then forget the dates On practice days hed seldom show And by the time he did it was time to go And in the studio he finally sealed his fate I put him way down, way down Underneath the garden Wrapped up in some plastic Yea, thats where youll find the bones Of Christopher John Bittner He was the first slain by my hand He was the bass player in my band But Id had all I could stand Of the game Well we played on through the summer heat But Josh could hardly keep the beat It seems as though he drifted into space Always upstairs drinking forties Or outside chasing shorties I finally had to put him in his place I put him way down, way down Underneath my bedroom Walled up in the basement Thats where youll find the bones Of little Joshy Eppard Not the first slain by my hand He was the drummer in my band But I had all I could stand Of the game Well I guess that Ive gone overboard Cause as I sit and strum these chords They sure could use a baseline and a beat And now the mirror makes me hauled I realize its all my fault Its time to turn these murderous hands on me And Ill be way down, way down Underneath the garden Walled up in the basement Thats where youll find the bones Of guys without replacement Ill be the last slain by my hand Im gonna reunite the band And well be in another land All the same All the same All the same All the same
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