Women fell into his arms
Her rolled them up just like sigars
Later on he would discard them

On the hardwood floor

Visions of power danced in his head

Let them right, he'd throw women out of his bed
There's still a spot where one of them bled
On the hardwood floor


Sing me no sad song
Sing me no sad song

Sing me no sad song
Sing me no sad song


There is nothing he couldn't have done
But now he's dead and gone
Tried to murder the sun with a handmade gun

But the sun shone on and on

They never made something he couldn't afford

He had it all and still wanted more
They found him dead, stabbed in his bed
With his head on the harwood floor


Sing me no sad song
Sing me no sad song

Sing me no sad song
Sing me no sad song


Sing me no sad song
Sing me no sad song
Sing me no sad song

Sing me no sad song

Sing me no sad song

Sing me no sad song
Sing me no sad song
Sing me no sad song


Sing me no sad song
Sing me no sad song

Sing me no sad song
Sing me no sad song


Sing me no sad song
Sing me no sad song
Sing me no sad song