(M. Greaves) No piece of sky For you Jimmy lad They always blame him They knew Jimmy was bad His own fault entirely To die without sound That's how it is One staring at the ground And he wears his isolation As a widow wears a shroud They hammered him with discipline Screaming out loud As they did with Jesus With hammer and with nails Now the cell is quiet And the moonlight is pale No piece of sky For you Jimmy lad They always blame him They knew Jimmy was bad Tis own fault entirely To die without sound That's how it is One staring at the ground He's standing on the bedside chair The moonlight fills his cell No one ever peeked In jimmy's private hell His only friend, a makeshift rope His only key, his only hope His neck breaks so easily And he doesn't make a sound No piece of sky For you Jimmy lad They always blame him They knew Jimmy was bad His own fault entirely To die without sound That's how it is One staring at the ground His only friend, a makeshift rope His only key, his only hope His neck breaks so easily And he doesn't make a sound No piece of sky No piece of sky