(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