Put my boots polished by my bedside
This ghost will walk by on in time
Wear a black rose on the 28th
My will came alive just a little too late

Put my coat on a peg on the door
Take my tears and wash off the floor
Bury my story in a grave wide and deep
...Underneath a California tree

Can't love by anger or hate by hope
I'm that four of five out on a rope
I never knew Goldman or Joey Conrad
Memories are coughs, cancer gasps
"This, with a face like a mashed blood orange
   that suddenly would get eyes
   and look up and scream... war" — WCW