He's a ruthless opportunist
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And he motivates by greed
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He's just the way his father was
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And that we sure don't need
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So they all cried out destroy him
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For he wants to see us drowned
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They never understood him
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So they put him in the ground.
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Now some had stood for hours
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And some sat on the grass
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Listening to their radios
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For where the train had passed
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And a crowd will get impatient
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As the clock hands turn around
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They never understood him
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So they put him in the ground.
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They handed out some candles
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To the somber weary crowd
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And told us not to light them
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Till our eyes beheld the shroud
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Not even at that moment
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Could there be tranquility
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I could feel them push and argue
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Hey, sit down, I cannot see
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They never understood him
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So they put him in the ground.
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When the fathers closed their bibles
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And the family left the site
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The ropes and walls and hedges
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Kind of faded in the night
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Replaced by all the people
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Who made a prayerful sound
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They never understood him
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So they put him in the ground.
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Some people say the eighth of June
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But the morning of the ninth
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The workmen gently lowered him
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By the beam of three work lights
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Easy, take it easy
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Set him down real slow
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He'd been on some rougher trips
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But he couldn't tell them so
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They never understood him
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So they put him in the ground.
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Now no man has the answers
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And he was just a man
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And yet I can't help feelin'
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That he knew a better plan
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A shorter road to justice
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On the trip that's freedom bound
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But they never understood him
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So they put him in the ground.
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In Memoriam
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Bobby Darin |