The Day He Died  (Album Version)

The Day He Died (Album Version)

Life of Agony

Dear son, Daddy's never comin back home
He passed on, claim him as one of your own
My mind's numb, nothing has been clearer than this
They found him on the rug at the Golden Gate Inn

And I know, Poppa never intended for this
To drag me, down into this bottomless pit
I've been given just about, all I can chew
I think back on love's empty truth

And I feel like the day he died
I feel like the day he died

I walked in, Cops talkin' standing around
I kneeled down, his body lying there on the ground
I begged please, please, let me get a minute with him
And they said, don't touch anything kid

It smelt like life, just exit the room
I cried to, a shell of a man I once knew
My mind's been spinning way out of control
I can't believe that it's been three long years ago

And I feel like the day he died
I feel like the day he died
And I feel like the day he died
I feel like the day he died

And I feel like the day he died
I feel like the day
And I feel like the day he died
I feel like the day

Dear son, Daddy's never comin' back home
I've gone numb, wish I had the strength to live on
I can't breathe, is there any air left in here?
I can't believe, everything I hold disappears
Has gone on, time and time again all alone
And dear Son, Daddy's never comin' back home

And I feel like the day he died
And I feel like the day he died
And I feel like the day he died

Written by PAUL SIMON, PSEU: JERRY LANDIS
Published by CARLIN AMERICA INC

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