Corey Cyr - Ballad Of Berkstrum Jones lyrics

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 Like the Ballad Of Berkstrum Jones