Gary, Indiana

A dirt-poor child who could move like a king Everybody loved to just hear him sing And now he's dead Yeah, yeah, he's dead See that star We pull it down from the sky Crush it under foot and still we don't know, we don't know We don't know why it's dead Oh, God, he's dead I still remember The call from a friend I turned on the TV And I wept Wept Wept Wept He's dead, he's dead He's dead, he's dead He's dead, he's dead He's dead, he's dead