Here Is The Tale, It's Spoken Word-for-word,

It May Be Abominable, But, Yes It Must Be Heard.

Nauseating At First, You Can Expect The Worst,

So Listen Closely, As The Plot Unfolds...



I Might Stretch The Truth, May Be A Little Lie,

There Was A Boy Named Brad,

He Played Trumpet, And He Died.

Too Young For Him To Cease,

Why? We Haven't Got A Clue,

It's On The Internet, So Then It Must Be True.



The Untimely Death Of Brad,

How Sad It Must Have Been.

If You See Him Anywhere,

Remember To Console Him.



I Curse The Day, I Ever Met The Boy,

Only The Good Die Young, They Say.

The Details Of His Death Are Vague

Unbelievable It Seems,

As If His Passing Was Only A Dream.

Catastrophe, Calamity,

What Will We Tell His Mother Now?

Cataclysmic, A Tragic Mishap,

I Just Heard That Their Band Is Breaking Up.

I Hear His Trumpet, His Voice Rings In My Ears,

It Sometimes Seems He's Standing Very Near.

I Don't Believe In Ghosts,

I've Never Seen One,

But Isn't The Trumpet Playing Haunting On This Album?



A Day That Lives In Infamy,

In Horror We Behold, His Passing,

His Memory, But The Truth Must Be Told.