Nebekanezer

Nebakanezer never knew He left his needle outside in the rain And it rusted through He kept twenty nine blackbirds But only one flew Spent most of his time making holes And licking his wounds Nebakanezer lost his wife She took her diamond rings And was gone before the light She left one satin shoe and a very dull knife She left one satin shoe and a very dull knife So tell us what the sorry singer might do All of his friends complain that they got the flu They ain't sick in the head They look like the living dead and that's not cool Nebakanezer never knew He left his needle outside in the rain And it rusted through He kept twenty nine blackbirds But only one flew Spent most of his time making holes And licking his wounds So tell us what the sorry singer might do All of his friends complain that they got the flu They ain't sick in the head They look like the living dead and that's not cool So tell us what the sorry singer might do All of his friends complain that they got the flu They ain't sick in the head They look like the living dead and that's not cool That's not cool That's not cool That's not cool