We've got a man down, down on life   These tears were here, but not the knife   He's taken bullets before   But not ones of sorrow molded in strife   Seen no great wars, yet he's a casualty   Of a battle no less bloody   Than Normandy or others fought overseas   Struck through the heart with a speeding girl   But that's not why he passed away   The exit wound from when she left   In the back of his mind, each and every day   P.O.W. til K.I.A.   Not much of a catastrophe   Can you believe this irony?   His C.U.R.E. spelled R.I.P.   He was...   Struck through the heart with a speeding girl   But that's not why he passed away   The exit wound from when she left   In the back of his mind, each and every day