Strange bearded men lure them all away
Sophomoric juniors from their destined loves
Wondered brothers beg them still to stay
The shot rings true, scattering the doves
The glorious assassin taps the joy
So that he can no longer feel the pain
The bloodthirsty passion of a boy
He loves her so she cannot love again
The shot rings true, scattering the crowds
Shattering the dreams, the ill-spent days
Splattering the blood upon his shroud
The death-shroud of his love for JFK