Own Design - Chris Bathgate

I knew a man that had died in a ship of his own design

When he came back his heart was dead, he said «kid

You are on my track»

And every day since then has passed

In a sad and peculiar way

That leaves my heart so dark and gray

I knew a kid who clawed his way from the womb to the second grade

They sold his heart for a pill that dims the sun and makes

The sky seem still

So I wrote his name upon the cask

And when the cash came out well I made a pass

Because all my friends

Have folded hands