When she asked us to write about questions, his name came to mind
See a bullet went right through him, and there he sat, and there he died.
His wife sat next to him, his son behind,
when that twisted, sick son of a bitch needed to get high
so he grabbed Ron's checkbook and pulled the trigger, just one time,
before turning around, as the light drained from Ron's eyes
Of all the things I've asked,
I've yet to find an answer
Why do I have both grandmas
and only one grandpa?
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