Ode to Jeffrey...

His dad with a handgun killed young Jeffrey Spender
In cold blood, in the basement of the Hoover hotel
Killed him in disgust, a force he wouldn't handle
Helped pull the trigger that cut short his life
And there's not many knew him the way that we did
Sure enough he was a weasel, but then aren't most mixed-up kids

Now it's all over Jeffrey Spender
Guess there are aliens
Deep Throat is dead
Guess the consortium won again
Now it's all over Jeffrey Spender
Guess there are aliens

We're running short of weasels back up here in the sticks
Without Jeffrey Spender we're gonna have to find a new prick
So mark his grave well though not many loved him
Born and raised a dimwit, I guess Fox just bugged him
And his faith was ignorance, a lifestyle he lived by
A running dumb youngster in a alien age

Now it's all over Jeffrey Spender
Guess there are aliens
Deep Throat is dead
Guess the consortium won again
Now it's all over Jeffrey Spender
Guess there are aliens

Finis

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