Writing The Pages - Good Rats

There’s just one second left in your frantic life

As you feel the bullet rip into your head

And your thoughts run so fast

As you cling to the last

Last breath of air that you’ll have

And you vision the steps of a million men

And recall every word of a speech

You were power and strength

A born leader of men

Now you’ve come to the end of the end

Writing the pages

Ain’t been no fun at all

History will tell us that you were small

Don’t feel bad there’ll be others to take your place

Many men will suffer your disease

But I’m sure yours will be the most famous face

Think that thought, as your drop to your knees

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