the bard of austin texas drew his final breath
and ashed onto the canvas with his cigarette
the world will never forget
the lonely songs of heartbreak recorded on an old casette

the indie bedroom artists came from far and wide
on pilgrimage for miles just to see him
they left their albums in the casket
all they ever wanted was to be him

and now you're gone
who'll keep the devil at bay?
thank you for the songs
thank you for all you gave away

the bard of austin texas took his final bow
his brain rolled out the top of his head
though this had happened many times before
this time he was certainly departed

they hung up his boxing gloves in a glass case
and auctioned his guitar for some charity
its strings would never scream discordantly again
but when they did they made the chaos seem just like clarity

and now you're gone
who'll keep the devil in his place?
thank you for your songs
you never put your greivences to waste

they painted his imaginings on huge walls
and talked for hours about him
and said how much his art always meant to them
and how the world was just a little less beautiful without him