Intro e|-------------------------------------------------| B|-------------------------------------------------| G|-------------------------------------------------| D|------------------3-------0------0--2------------| A|--0---2--3---2-0--------------3---------3-2-0----| E|-------------------------------------------------| e|-------------------------------------------------| B|-------------------------------------------------| G|-------------------------------------------------| D|--------------------3---1---0-3--2--0------------| A|--0---2---3---2-0----------------------3--0------| E|-------------------------------------------------| *Horn Part A* How did Camus really die that night? Were they right? When he died was it really his time, or was it suicide? And Holden Caulfield is a friend of mine We go drinking from time to time, and I find it gets harder every time. *Horn Part B* Three went down (But only two of them come up again) The minimal is criminal but less is a sin Though three went down (only two of them come up again) I’m not gonna play if there ain’t no way I’ll win *Horn Solo* Hemingway never seemed to mind the banality of a normal life, And I find it gets harder every time. So he aimed the shotgun into the blue, placed his face in between the two, And sighed: Here’s to Life! *Horn Part A* *Horn Part B* Three went down (but only two of them come up again) The minimal is criminal but less is a sin Though three went down (only two of them come up again) I’m not gonna play if there ain’t no way I’ll win Hey there Salinger, what did you do? Just when the world was looking at you To write anything that meant anything, You told us you were through And it’s been years since you passed away, But I see no plaque, and I see no grave And I can’t help believing you wanted it that way And Vincent Van Gogh, why do you weep? You were on your way to heaven but the road was steep And who was there to break your fall? We’re guilty, one and all And I don’t know much, but I do know this: With a golden heart comes a rebel fist And every single soldier wasn’t fired; Some have quit *Horn Part B* *Horn Part A* And it makes me sick when I think of it: All my heroes could not live with this And I hope you rest in peace because with us you never did And K.D.C., you were much too young and you changed my life but I draw the line At suicide, so here’s to life *Outro*