Booker Lyrics

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.