A Smashing Indictment Of Character - Slim Cessna’s Auto Club

There was a clang in them when they first looked on me and said the word disgrace
If I could have spoke I would have give what for but I ain't the giving type
Doctors came in herds touch feathered my spine's curve said the word absurd
They stood on my blindside brutal with their words told them I should be thinned
What they gonna do if I don't fall
When they brought me home they laid me in my trunk and had a grieving contest
The neighbors came to see the door was closed too hard before they even could knock
I kept the town awake behind my fits and quakes I heard the word mistake
They said runaway but gravity is cruel we know I'm some kind of useless
What they gonna do if I don't fall
When I came of age I once again tried to speak but they all just guffawed
And when I came of age I once again tried to run they kept up their guffaws
Vengeance ain't yours or mine when one ain't got a spine so stop wasting my time
So in remembrance of me put death in it's place make good use of your temper