Fricked Up

And a fight broke out
In the middle of the bar
A whisper from a lover
To a scream too far

There's no room for
Your kind around here
Kicked from his place
His final words were shear

In the dregs of the sewers
He finds a place to sleep
Among the garbage
And other people's feet

She sits in his room
Smashing his clay
Statue of a giraffe
His niece once made

And then something hit him
Right in the chest
His hands clench and fall
I think he might be dead