Dogboy climbed the tower
Not sure if he'd jump or fall
The driver of the big black hearse
He sat there waiting
Waiting for the worst
Waiting for the word
Dogtown was elated
When the boy climbed down on his own
The driver of the big black hearse...
Call it luck, I call it fate
As the sun shines over the small town
The graveyard is no place for anyone...
