A pocketful of marbles
And an eye full of tears
Poor little bastard
Fell down The Stairs.

When He hit the bottom
He cracked his little head
Poor little bastard
All cold and dead.

Now he can not speak
Nor can he din
Nor see the angels
Looking Down at him.

What of you, humans?
Who look Up at him and stare
Where were you when Lucifer
Fell down that frigging stair.