The Pied Piper

Tearing down the main drag in the local village hearse
Fighting back against stagnation and smashing the boredom curse
He's a punk rock one man party and he s taking no prisoners
Party all night til the early dawn, no time to be a pensioner

He was the Pied Piper of punk rock from the heart of Spiderland
He’s a one man punk rock party he was louder than any band

Towering in at almost 7 foot and a great shock of blue hair
Teenage heart and an open mind, what's his was yours to share
Cultivated his own candy mountain for the punks of Canada
The living legend that was the punk Pied Piper of Marmora

From all of the punks, a heartfelt thank you
For all the things you do, and for staying true -
You departed our world, gone for ever more
But I’m not sore, coz were winning the war
Your memory remains, and thru the pain
We’ll remain the same, proud of who we are, never feel no shame

Showed up on the local scene like a Fagin-esque punk-queer bomb
Age, race, or gender meant fuck-all, all that mattered was the party went on
Uniting people from all walks of life and zero tolerance for bigotry
Raise a glass to the man they called Spider and his punk rock legacy