Johnny Cash - Madeline

Oh if johnny cash is up in heaven

Then he's bored to death

And probably wondering

Where the hell the jukebox is

And he misses his guitar

All of the dive bar bombshells up and shatter

When the shrapnel disco song is over

She looks all right when the music's tight

But she drops like a bag of sand

All of the stoics said

When Socrates was dead

He's a hero for

Every philosopher

Wants to pass with grace

That's a big mistake

The hemlock tasted

Like a whiskey drink oh

All of the angels clip their wings with scissors

Oh and johnny cash picks up the feathers

It pays all right but it's not quite like

When the marquee spelled his name

Oh when the marquee spelled his name

All of the dive bar graveyards raise their glasses

To the passing times and timeless passes

At quiet flirts so it didn't hurt

When you fell from the heaven girl

All of the stoics said

When Socrates was dead

He's a hero for

Every philosopher

Wants to pass with grace

That's a big mistake

The hemlock tasted

Like a whiskey drink oh