We dropped the casket is the first track to be heard on Amateur Brain Surgeon’s debut Album, Shootin it, an original collection of the puissant poetry of Amateur Brain Surgeon set to song.
All of the songs on this album are sung archipelago and all of the songs are exact reproductions of the lyrics and words of the amateur master.
We dropped the casket
and he came rolling out
the poor widow Johnson she began to shout
in all of my haunted days this one was the worse
some men live blessed lives, mine’s been nothing but a curse
On a sunshiny day in early May
frozen poop fell from the sky
It tumbled out of an aeroplane that was jetting across the sky
I wouldn’t have believed it but I saw it with my own two eyes
it took out all of our bunnies, sent 'em to that warren in the sky
We dropped the casket
and he came rolling out
the poor widow Johnson she began to shout
in all of my haunted days this one was the worse
some men lived blessed lives, mine’s been nothing but a curse
One drunken night I got in a fight
with a man who was in the Navy
He’s got a wicked right that’ll ruin your sight
and leave you with a frightful look
My name is Bob, an angry slob, I'm a one-eyed short order cook.
We dropped the casket
and he came rolling out
the poor widow Johnson she began to shout
in all of my haunted days this one was the worse
some men lived blessed lives, mine’s been nothing but a curse
I borrowed my Daddy’s car
to take Becky on a movie date
the road was slick from rain and we was running late
I braked hard then lost control on this wicked hairpin turn
discovered they weren’t lying when they said Pinto’s easily burn
We dropped the casket
and he came rolling out
the poor widow Johnson she began to shout
in all of my haunted days this one was the worse
some men lived blessed lives, mine’s been nothing but a curse
I’ve tried to blot out the memory
of that sad and tragic night
but in my dreams it all floods back and drowns out all the light
I’ll never forget that awful night - nothing but flame and gory
I’ve never missed that Pinto but Becky’s another story
We dropped the casket
and he came rolling out
the poor widow Johnson she began to shout
in all of my haunted days this one was the worse
some men lived blessed lives, mine’s been nothing but a curse