Ballad of The Better Man

The soldier dies,

On the western front

A bullet goes

Straight through his brain

His brother shot

Him, from across the line

Oh, how he wanna be 

A better man.

His mama cried 

Silent tears of grief

Some angel turned 

The other way

His papa lived

But did not anymore

Say," I wanna him

Be a better man"

The alleyway pimp

Hides in the woods

A fox welps

He screams out loud

Some hounds bark

Rip his guts up

If only he

Were a better man

The bishop walks 

Through the brothel road

Crushes a flower 

Pull out some fog

A soul is dead 

On a cold river

The water cries

For a better man.

The God strolls

The streets of the land

The night is cold

A baby wails

Oh how he made

Another Frankenstein

The God wants

To be the better man.