Weegee_ The Uninvited_ Blues #2

Blue, was the skin of [?] dirge band two days
Passed, since Weegee boxed his way stiff and hard
Slouch, bread unchewed in mouth behind
The spoons, body of one captured, waiting...

Weegee the doomed, Weegee the doomed
Weegee the doomed, Weegee the doomed
Weegee the doomed, Weegee the doomed
Weegee the doomed, Weegee the doomed

Moves, so lost in the translation by stammering
Sound, always people playing again; his stutter
Stuck, when a knife dug in his gut, and Weegee
Cut, and put him in his box, waiting...

Weegee the doomed, Weegee the doomed
Weegee the doomed, Weegee the doomed
Weegee the doomed, Weegee the doomed
Weegee the doomed, Weegee the doomed

The box he put them in it cannot hold
The torment and the sin forever, though
If Weegee come around the end is unending

Blue, how he felt when he stumbled on graceful care
Leegee, the snitch could move as if he had wings but goon-crew
Clipped, and now normal will he fly gracefully?
He pose, first positioning Weegee's eye, waiting...

Weegee the doomed, Weegee the doomed
Weegee the doomed, Weegee the doomed
Weegee the doomed, Weegee the doomed
Weegee the doomed, Weegee the doomed

The box he put them in it cannot hold
The torment and the sin forever, though
If Weegee come around the end is unending

Doom, it's Weegee's doom
He does not pick and choose
Who he puts in his cube
The uninvited blues
His hand directs our youth
And we'll all be blue
Inside his box
Waiting...