Alfred Jones Lyrics - Christone Bartener

Alfred Jones died somewhere in the shadows 

Alone in his home where he was tamed 

Although he was just a man without name 

Cops were called to look for somebody to blame 

Who done it for money, who done it for fame 

Booked three bald teenagers for second-degree murder 

But who today is worthy of high company? 

And who today can find his own destiny? 

And who today is brave enough to disagree? 

And who today is looking as far as he could see? 

Before a bing drinking in the shadows 

Alfred and friends looking for a cash 

Met three bald teenagers and they were in a clash 

Well he knew they turn him into the ash 

Just like his son who killed their friend in a crash 

So they hit him with the axe and filled in with the snow 

Can we go straight not knowing the road? 

Can we turn somewhere when signs nothing bode? 

Can we understand when everything is a code? 

Can we look at ourself 'till we're not corrode? 

Thinking about nothing, empty air in shadows 

Teenagers in the cell waiting for a judge 

They could take a man out with just one punch 

Used to kill and robber just for a brunch 

It seems to be their end-of-the freedom crunch 

But they knew their cards were marked advance 

What if a man should not love the moon? 

What if he could not to hold the life's harpoon? 

What if he could to count his sins on golden spoon? 

What if his death will come too soon? 

The undertaker standing somewhere in the shadows 

Five people at Alfred's funeral 

Priest with a smile said My dear Farewell 

Neighbourhood saying Very Well 

And Devil said to them I'll meet you in Hell 

We live in a place where law is a game 

How many more times we will be reborn? 

How many times we resent a forewarn? 

How many losers can look with a scorn? 

How many people unnecessarily was born?