Final Cliche Art Bergmann

Danny got a mortgage
And sailed it away
His daddy financed him
All the way
Six months
He could've had a boat
Danny
He gave up hope

He woke up every morning
With the sawing in his head
Thought he'd
Put it down in words
But he
Bit his nails instead
He'd do anything to get rid of the dread
Now Danny
The poor boy is dead

He was rich
He could have walked
Walked so proud
He dug his ditch
And threw himself in it
When the noise got too loud