Gary, Indiana

A dirt-poor child who could move like a king
Everybody loved to just hear him sing
And now he's dead
Yeah, he's dead

See that star? We pull it down from the sky
Crush it under foot, and still we don't know
We don't know
We don't know why it's dead
Oh god, he's dead

I still remember the call from a friend
I turned on the TV, and I wept
Wept
Wept
Wept

He's dead (He's dead)
He's dead (He's dead)
He's dead (He's dead)
He's dead (He's dead)