The Man Who Couldn't Cry

There once was a man and he couldn't cry (yeah)
He hadn't cried for years and for years
Napalmed babies, movie Love Stories
For instance could not produce tears
As a child he had cried as all children will
Then at some point his tear ducts all ran dry
Grew to be a man, it all hit the fan
Things got bad, but he couldn't cryHis dog got ran over, his wife up and left him
After that he got sacked from his job
Lost his arm in the war, was laughed at by a whore
Ah, but still not a sniffle or sobWell, his novel was refused, his movie was panned
His big Broadway show was a flopHe got sent off to jail; you guessed it, no bail
Oh, but still not a dribble or a dropIn jail he was beaten, bullied and buggered
And made to make license plates
Water and bread was all he was fed
But not once did a tear stain his faceDoctors were called in, scientists, too
Theologians were last and practically leastThey all agreed sure enough; this is no cream puff
But in fact a insensitive beastHe was taken from the jail and placed in a place
For the insensitive and the insane
He made a lot of friends and he played a lot of chess
And he cried every time it would rainOnce it rained forty days and it rained forty nights
And he cried and he cried and he cried and he criedOn the forty-first day, he passed away
He just dehydrated and diedHe went up to heaven, located his dog
After that, he rejoined his arm
Below, all the critics, they took it all back
Cancer robbed the whore of her charmHis ex-wife died of stretch marks, his ex-employer went broke
The theologians were finally found outRight down to the ground, the jail house burned down
The earth suffered perpetual drought