Poison Idea Death Of An Idiot Blues Lyrics

I [?]
[?]
[?] remember
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Didn't seem to go to [?]
Didn't seem [?] grave

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Father beat him every day
Mother [?]
[?] while the boy slept
Praise the devil, [?]

Dead [?], funeral for him
[?], what was the point [?]

What happens with God and all the other deaths
And everything else that happens since then Or whenever I drive through my neighborhood
I think of him, laying there dead
My friend, a f*cking idiot
A man I used to know

One day the boy died
At 17
He was still a boy
And death, a sore f*cking boy, innocent
Who [?]
Thanks Mom, Thanks Dad
I'll see you in hell