Letra de Booker

And the warden said
He won´t need a cell
He has the key
There´s no harsher sentence
The man´s doin life
In the first degree

Some people seek to set blame
Some just accept their part
And now you know why
Booker died of a broken heart

And the priest said
I can take confession
But not the sin
The church is shelter
Not the faith
Son, that´s within

Some people pray for fortune and fame
Some just play a part
And now you know why
Booker died of a broken heart

And the doctor said
I can see you´re hurt
Just by lookin at you
Pain we can help
But for hurt
There´s nothin we can do

Some people pick up the pieces
Some just leave them apart
And now you know why
Booker died of a broken heart