It´s a tragedy,
it´s a tragedy,
it´s a tragedy,
it´s a tragedy.

He was only twenty five,
had an open heart and tender mind,
he sang through all the hymns he knew,
he was searching for a higher sign,
when his water was turned to wine,
all the darkness became light.

Babies and a patient wife,
they just wouldn´t have to keep him high,
so he gave them up just to fill his cup,
every sip would make him feel alive,
no bones in his body were dry.

It´s a tragedy,
it´s a tragedy,
it´s a tragedy,
it´s a tragedy.

Now he´s finally come around,
he´s got wrinkles and a crooked friend,
he holds back tears thinking of the years,
that the bottle had a long time down,
so he´d sit have another round,
singing hallelujah ´till it drowns.

It´s a tragedy,
it´s a tragedy,
it´s a tragedy,
it´s a tragedy