Tracy Grammer - Preston miller

He was born in Miller's mansion when the ^Gmistress was a^Amsleep The ^Csecret son of the ^Gchambermaid and ^Ammaster And they sent him into hiding, for his ^Gschooling and his ^Amkeep With the ^CCarlyles and the ^Gother lucky ^Ambastards

^AmNow his toady tutors fawn and praise the ^Gman that he's be^Amcome Though he's ^Ctaken to the ^GLaudanum and ^EsusFaro ^E And he ^Amwalks the streets like velvet death with his ^Gdaddy's money on his b^Amreath And a ^Cshame he cannot ^Gshake, down in his ^Ammarrow

When ^Amday fades to black, you must not ^Dmlisten to the killer Pretty ^Cvoices keep you ^Gbeautiful and ^Esusbound ^E 'Cause the ^Amsimple sorry fact of your ex^Dmistence, Preston Miller Is e^Fnough to bring this ^Ghouse of evil ^Amdown

^AmOne night upon some drunken dare, he ^Gwrites his absent ^Amsire Saying, "^CFather, I would ^Gfain come home to ^Ammeet thee" And though his worthless friends guffaw at this ^Gsudden show of ^Amfire A^Cnother round of ^Gbourbon and it's ^Ameasy

^AmAnd this letter finds his father in his ^Gtower far a^Amway And the ^Choary claw that ^Gholds it shakes and ^Amtrembles Is it ^Amgrief over a life misspent, or ^Glove or greed or mere contempt Or ^Csomething darker ^Gstirring in his ^Amtemples

When ^Amday fades to black, you must not ^Dmlisten to the killer Pretty ^Cvoices keep you ^Gbeautiful and ^Esusbound ^E 'Cause the ^Amsimple sorry fact of your ex^Dmistence, Preston Miller Is e^Fnough to bring this ^Ghouse of evil ^Amdown

^AmA week gone by, he's wakened by a ^Gknocking at his ^Amdoor And he ^Cdrags himself half-^Gwasted to the ^Amthreshold It's a message in his father's quill saying, ^G"Meet me, scion, if you ^Amwill At the ^Cvery stroke of ^Gmidnight in the ^Ammeadow"

^AmNow he has combed his laggard locks, and ^Ghired a comely ^Amroan And he's ^Cmet his comrade ^Gfops around the ^Esusfountain ^E And he's ^Ambidden each a grand goodbye, and he's ^Gcantered off a^Amlone To ^Cmeet his aged ^Gfather in the ^Ammountains

When ^Amday fades to black, you must not ^Dmlisten to the killer Pretty ^Cvoices keep you ^Gbeautiful and ^Esusbound ^E 'Cause the ^Amsimple sorry fact of your ex^Dmistence, Preston Miller Is e^Fnough to bring this ^Ghouse of evil ^Amdown

"^AmOh, Father dear, come out, come out, I ^Ghonour thee to^Amnight," He ^Cshouts as he goes ^Gweaving in the ^Amsaddle He sees the stars go blinking by, like the ^Gtwinkling in a ^Amtrollop's eye And six ^Criders riding ^Gmadly in the ^Amshadows

^AmThis morning sailed a ship of fools ^Gacross a sea of ^Amgin With a ^Cblind and grinning ^GReaper at the ^Amtiller And it ^Amdrove an aging Jacob to his ^Glone and bitter ^Amend And a ^Cbullet through the ^Gbrain of Preston ^AmMiller