(M. Greaves)



No piece of sky

For you Jimmy lad

They always blame him

They knew Jimmy was bad

His own fault entirely

To die without sound

That's how it is

One staring at the ground



And he wears his isolation

As a widow wears a shroud

They hammered him with discipline

Screaming out loud

As they did with Jesus

With hammer and with nails

Now the cell is quiet

And the moonlight is pale



No piece of sky

For you Jimmy lad

They always blame him

They knew Jimmy was bad

Tis own fault entirely

To die without sound

That's how it is

One staring at the ground



He's standing on the bedside chair

The moonlight fills his cell

No one ever peeked

In jimmy's private hell

His only friend, a makeshift rope

His only key, his only hope

His neck breaks so easily

And he doesn't make a sound



No piece of sky

For you Jimmy lad

They always blame him

They knew Jimmy was bad

His own fault entirely

To die without sound

That's how it is

One staring at the ground



His only friend, a makeshift rope

His only key, his only hope

His neck breaks so easily

And he doesn't make a sound

No piece of sky

No piece of sky