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The DJs took pills to stay awake and play for seven days

He was rich, with a big cadillac in the yard and a favorite face. One time he hired a monkey to sit with him, watching tv and climbing on things to cure his loneliness but he was like a child and easily distracted. Sometimes you're better off dead. Afterall he was born down in a deadman's town, a factory heartache waiting for it's pink slip to slip into it's ghost's gown.

38 years old, never kissed a girl

Some things in life are bad. Though he had little to complain about looking at it from the eyes of the common man. Rags to riches - He says hold my calls and sends another bill and buys himself a cute cheap thrill. But life ain't all dandy and flowers even when it looks with sheen and shine that it's as perfect as yesterday's smile. Afterall, everyone's had the blues at some time... And been used.

It's like the more money we come across the more problems we see

He'd been used, and abused.. The only thing real to him anymore was the small sign spraypainted on a railroad bridge he saw as a kid on the bus ride to school - I don't want the world, I just want your half. And the bridge didn't even exist anymore. Just like video killed the radio star so the corporate machine had killed him - barely able to breath in, to breath out, he was a machinehead barely able to move.

I've had it with this town - I never saw the ground - or the sunset rise

He saw the watch, the handshakes, and the cake with his name on it. He saw the obligatory gift certificates 10 years before their time. He didn't want to go out like that.

Cock the Hammer, it's time for action

The karma police, silently in their gray white coats came for him in the night, without much pomp and circumstance. Thank you, he said, Mr. Roboto, for helping me escape to where I needed to. I am a man of constant sorrow. I bid farewell to this fine world where I was born and raised. And the armies marched long into the steady part of the city where the sun refuses to shine and spelled with the stomp of their boots the end of the world as we know it. The world turned and left him there, just where he was before they appeared and he found freedom of the body, freedom of the mind. And, when his life was over, sun bright morning he flew away - to that home on God's celestial shoulder he flew away.

Push the little daisies and make 'em come up