Growing up as a young child
there was always one man who could put a smile my face
It wasn't Captain Kangeroo
it wasn't my uncle Phil, he was sleepin'
and it definitely wasn't anyone like Barney or any of that shiz
It was one guy, Mr. Fred Rogers and his show Mr. Roger's neighborhood
What a way to start off your day
spend some time with the sweater man himself
Get a load of that street light, how'd he get that street light any way, he had to kipe it
how tight is that?
Feed some fish, answer the phone
watch a video about the crayon factory or the saxophone factory
take a magical step into make believe land
a happy place where there's tigers and people making clocks and castles
then you'd head back into the kitchen maybe
Mr. Rogers would take out a pitcher of orange juice, pour it into another pitcher and then pour it right back and put it back in the fridge
never understood that one but it made me smile
or maybe you'd head out back to the sand box maybe play with some trucks
nothing better than the sandbox
even as an adolescent I could look back on my bright and shiney years with Mr. Rogers and take something from it
then one day something went terribly wrong
Mr. Rogers was no more
Mr. Rogers why did you die of stomach cancer?
The neighborhood that once was alive is dead
Mr. Rogers you left so many all alone
including me you stupid bastard
you're such a fake
hiding all your war tatoos
I didn't know that
if I would have known that
I would have punched you
Mr. Rogers, Why did you die?
I could just kill you again
for all the pain
Mr. Rogers you left Mr. Mcpheley all alone
Who's he gonna deliver those crayon videos huh!?
the neighborhood is dead
the neighborhood is dead
the neighborhood is dead
it's dead
it's dead
