Remington was a rifle
And the street that I lived on.
Among all the guys I grew up with
I was the only one
Who didn't die inside a jail cell
Or got shot dead on the street
Or drown drunk in a wishing well
Or have a dog named Pete
Who killed poor Debbie Jacksons's cat
And got killed by Ernie White
Who ran off with Debbie afterwards
And vanished in the night
Though then they found his body
In the river Brandywine
He had jumped off the Lincoln bridge
After sniffing turpentine.
My Dad never had to go down
To get me out of jail
And you won't find my picture
Where you get the mail.
But you could see Michael Koppel's there
Before they put him down in death
For shooting two other guys I knew
While high on crystal meth.
You want to know what saved me?
It was poetry.
That "Little Orphant Annie"
That my mother read to me.
I avoided jail and a whole lot worse.
You don't have any problems.
You ain't gonna ride in a government hearse
If you is afraid of goblins.
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