People are always talking in this little town We are its pride and its shame So we come up in conversation now and again I knew something was wrong When i overheard a mormon elder at the burger king Talking about how to bring the dead boy peace There was a drowning in coalinga An accidental d**h, the boy died Now when this kind of thing happens They all start talking about us even more They say the dead boy's life was stolen But we were willing to throw ours away I have said time and time again That our failed suicide pact was a mistake But because we have not cut our hair And joined up with the mormon church There's always been this lingering feeling That we think what we did was right You can't bring the dead boy peace By scowling at those of us who are alive We didn't k** your son sorry please You'll never bring the dead boy peace I didn't know the dead boy But i placed a bouquet of spirulina on his grave There's no hidden messages in our music It's all printed there on the lyric sleeve Pied pipers of d**h? i can barely breathe! Now get off our cases please