My Guilt
At the telephone booth is where you got shot
I could have saved you
If I was there at the other end of the line
You wouldn't have to be six feet under me, and I would be fuhrer
It's all my fault
You told your wife you would be back
But in her heart
she knew you would never return
You said you would support me from below
But now you are above me
You're a liar, a fool
It was a bright and sunny day when they laid you to rest
Your daughter cries out
"Why are you burring papa?"
She's too young to understand
And it's all my fault
Your body is six feet below me
But it should be standing right besides me
Your have a family to support and care for
It's a bright and sunny day
But it's raining