“Tragedy Lover”

It was September 11, 2001, you see

Bin Laden had bombed the WTC buildings

I saw her chanting at a peace rally

From that point on I knew we were meant to be

Her face outshone the candle, hair flowed like gold gravy

If this isn’t love then strange be misery

She’s my tragedy lover

Tragedy lover

What a time to discover

She’s my tragedy lover

I’m so sad I don’t know what to do

How to mourn and then approach her from the blue

Dr. Phil and Oprah can’t you give me a clue

How to respect the dead and my own passions, too

How to let her know my love and patriotism are true

Will my caresses be thought comforting or lewd

She’s my tragedy lover

Tragedy lover

What a time to discover

She’s my tragedy lover

Her heavy breast lay burdened ‘neath a flag t-shirt

Are sympathy tears a proper way to flirt

Her virgin body so disconcerted yet so pert

Why can’t I remember the dead and forget good manners

Where are we going, whither this blind hurt

After the war we’ll restart life living in a yurt

She’s my tragedy lover

Tragedy lover

What a time to discover

She’s my tragedy lover

Written by Lard Bucket Lunch