Ballad Of Berkstrum Jones Lyrics - Corey Cyr

In the slums of the city 

There was a bag of bones 

Who wandered through the shadows 

His name was Berkstrum Jones 

He had a wife and kid at home 

Worked in the mills all day 

As his own name in his head 

Had slowly faded 'way 

He's stuck with no real purpose 

No life for him to live 

For he's already given 

All that he's got to give 

A government van picked him up 

And they quickly tossed him in 

Where his mind it was mangled up 

And his world began to spin 

He awoke inside some factory 

Dangling 'bove the metal chips 

Where they finally found his use 

Inside of eraser tips 

Now his story isn't peaceful 

His ghost still howls and moans 

Screams out every tragic story 

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