Mark Kozelek - Cry Me a River Williamsburg Sleeve Tattoo Blues lyrics

[Verse 1] Went to see a band tonight And they wouldn't play my favorite tunes It's 2012 but I like the ones from 1992 There was no place to sit And goddamn it I couldn't use my phone And f** if the singer didn't joke That we all looked like cookie cut out clones And they played too long And I didn't like his new words About guys in tennis shoes And moderately talented yet attractive young girls When I get home I tell you just what I'm gonna do I'm gonna cry me a river Williamsburg Sleeve Tattoo Blues [Chorus] Cry me a river Williamsburg sleeve tattoo blues [x4] [Verse 2] Gonna tell you a little story here because, well, what the heck About a guy named Billy Who was born with a birth defect Was in a wheelchair by the time that he was 36 He was hunchbacked and his feet and his hands were green And all turned in One day the candy stripers were taking him Out of his bed And they dropped him by accident And within five minutes He was pronounced dead I used to visit him with my father When I was a child I never saw Billy once when he didn't have The happiest smile I'll tell you another story here because, you know, well, what the f** About a winter's day I was in Tennessee And my friend was out fixing his truck The next door neighbor kid was in the woods When a hunter "mistook him as a buck" He was shot in the heart And that was the end of his short run of luck He was 10 years old And he never got a chance to f** Or to play guitar Or get a tattoo Or dwell in the internet muck His mother was shattered Like a clay disc Or a ceramic duck While the rest of the world was watching MTV And hating on Puck [Chorus] [Verse 3] I'll tell you another story here about a tough Colombian kid Named Jimmy Who sadly only lived to be the young age of 23 He held the featherweight title back in 1995 Til he stepped in the ring with Rafael Ruelas' older brother Gabe And he died He had the heart of a lion But was outcla**ed and dropped in round 11 And two weeks later he found himself In dead fighter heaven Jimmy Garcia's mother lost her young son But in time she found forgiveness And put her arms around the other mother and father's son Told Gabriel to get back out there Put up his fists and get in that ring And that in him, she would always see Her beloved son Jimmy You go quack quack quack quack Quack quack quack Like a little rubber duck Like a pathetic whiny sad little child hater boy f** Go in on your an*lyst Little petty b**h b**h b**h b**h b**h Be glad you're not a motherf**er sleeping in the ditch Sleeping in the streets Sleep in your own vomit Sleep in your own piss Sleep in a pile of pigeon or dog or rat or crackwho*e sh** Or a murder victim in one of those Die For Me or Helter Skelter books Or one of those mentally ill kids Who was tortured in a Staten Island place called Willowbrook I was a kid in a basement when Geraldo Rivera broke that story And the images of those kids being tortured in that institution Stayed with me And they were so f**ing gory Grateful you got legs to stand on And a pot to piss For the precious days on this earth That you still got Your life could end with a bullet in your head In a parking lot Or in cancer ward Much earlier than you ever f**ing thought [Outro] Crying the river Williamsburg Sleeve Tattoo Blues (And you won't be) Crying the river Williamsburg Sleeve Tattoo Blues