28 August 1964 Paul Milton Reed the second, from the crowd, began to bore Who would've known at this moment, he'd only live til four Here I stand decades later, and his grave quoths "Nevermore" Mama told me, she really loved him But she was only two when he died, and she just mustn't Believe that she remembers him, so I ask why I guess this fussin, comes from way deep dark down, drowning inside His soul begins to plunder My mama's brain begins to wonder How could a boy be caused so much harm, who never ever saw 4 summers My mom never saw the lightning, but she still felt the thunders Now Paul was only four, but he had so much character Sick of this world, he seemed to be born a carrier Of scarier things than one imagines, nevermore drearier Situations were sticky, they never ever been hairier Blessed with Pneumonia, neglect, but never with respect for A child should be born to a home bearing a a red door He heard the knocking and wondered what there were feds for Daddy walked out in cuffs, no one guessed that this was nevermore My name in Edgar Allan Poe oo wo oh Dig deep dark down, drown in soul Paul's tombstone read "Nevermore" This will leave 'em singing like some big black crows My name in Edgar Allan Poe oo wo oh Dig deep dark down, drown in soul Paul's tombstone read "Nevermore" This will leave 'em singing like some big black crows Now where was mama Bev. Probably in the bathroom Filling her head full of lead Not really, but drugs like these, I swear, will leave you brain dead Again, I'm speaking these words, only from what I've read Worst of all, Paul wasn't alone, he had some siblings Though they weren't all full, out hatched some gremlins Cindy, Tony Baloney and Rebecca Lagrin In 1969, Becky was 2, Tony was 8, and Cindy was ten My name in Edgar Allan Poe oo wo oh Dig deep dark down, drown in soul Paul's tombstone read "Nevermore" This will leave 'em singing like some big black crows My name in Edgar Allan Poe oo wo oh Dig deep dark down, drown in soul Paul's tombstone read "Nevermore" This will leave 'em singing like some big black crows On a cold winter day, while Beverly was out and about The youngins sat alone, too young to shout, afraid they'd pout This was the way life was, complain too much they'd swat your mouth Remember mama knows best, now, go and sit in that house Behave yourselves, I'll be back, don't open the door This gave Little Paul some time, the time he needed to explore Blood dripping from his mouth, his siblings witnessed the gore Thought he was playing, Paul was funny, until he shook on the floor My name in Edgar Allan Poe oo wo oh Dig deep dark down, drown in soul Paul's tombstone read "Nevermore" This will leave 'em singing like some big black crows My name in Edgar Allan Poe oo wo oh Dig deep dark down, drown in soul Paul's tombstone read "Nevermore" This will leave 'em singing like some big black crows My name in Edgar Allan Poe oo wo oh Dig deep dark down, drown in soul Paul's tombstone read "Nevermore" This will leave 'em singing like some big black crows