Aftertaste – Nannygoat

on a summer`s day when I was eight, or maybe I was six

I befriended a new kid (no pun intended)

oh Mommy no I don`t think this little guy can see

his eyes are all cloudy

I asked why he was blind

Mom said that`s just god`s plan, I`d say that he`s been damned

we loved to play and I would wake up before the sun

before the day had begun

I couldn`t comprehend or understand why his head would sway

by the way, we named him Dave

and I cried cause you were blind

but you were a dynamo, you`re a goddamned nannygoat

time to part our ways, an end to play, an end to fun and games

an end that sadly came

neighbor up the hill took you in when we moved away

and gave you a place to stay

and I cried when I heard you died

you were just nine years old

you`re a goddamned nannygoat

but you were a dynamo