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Accident On 3Rd Street lyrics
Linda was killed last Saturday bout fifteen blocks from where she lives
in a car crash, people gathered around the gravesite, friends and relatives,
dressed in black.
Preacher mumblin how she s bound to go to Heaven,
the service started at half-past ten, it was all over by eleven.
They said:
God s to give, and God s to take away,
but why He happened to pick Linda on a Saturday night, no one could say.
Maybe it s just one of those things,
one of those things.
They found guy who did it, he had the lobotomy and the chicken eyes,
and he gazed around the courtroom with a kind of vague suprise.
Reminded me of one of those Vikings with the long-handled swords,
the kind of guy even Joan Baez would not feel non-violent towards.
Said he wasn t looking, maybe he had had a bit too much,
it was dark, it was raining, he didn t see the light of the sun and such.
It was just one of those things,
one of those things.
I asked an old uncle of the girl the situation and he gave me this reply,
while pointing a bony finger up into the general direction of the sky:
"Get on with your own life, it is not ours to reason why,"
said he used to worry about it once when he was young,
now he doesn t even bother to try.
He left me with a feeling that what he said was basically sound,
like a black hole in space, or velocity, useless but profound.
Just one of those things,
one of those things.
Tonight I m gonna take myself down to my local cafe,
gonna get smashed out of my mind, gonna waste myself away.
Gonna drink and drink and sink into that dark abyss,
I wanna be just like that Viking, I wanna know if ignorance is truly bliss.
Linda s in the cold ground, won t see her anymore.
Somewhere out on the highway tonight, the drunken engines roar.
It s just one of those things,
one of those things.
Oh, just one of those things.
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