This is a work in progress, I'll edit it later
Please prepare your sorrow
A man has fallen from grace
He stopped watching his figure and the shag on his face
And so through a side of our mouths let us pray for his health
Pray for his sanity, his career and himself
Let's pray he stops doing the drugs and acting aloof
Let's pray he stops rapping, wearing glasses and being uncouth
Let's mourn the loss of the greatest guy to ever perform
There was no one better, you can't deny that
Along with Heath Ledger and of course Bernie Mac
And all of the names now robbed from their bodies
By desperate speakers seeking attention
Clinging to our heart strings to suck our affection
He is the sacrifice that feeds our addiction
We need him to prolong our empty distraction
Please, prepare your sorrow
A man has fallen from grace
Time to make tasteless jokes until the story is drained
For we are the crowd, with our many opinions
Our God is TV and we're such loyal minions
We worship the idols presented before us
A bunch of gorgeous, perfect performers
But when they do something that seems kind of normal
We dismiss their oddness with the shrugs of our shoulder
It's obvious to us, they turned to drugs and disorder
But not us! We decry as we stalk them like vultures
We're all doped up on popular culture
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