Summer was the season
When he took the ride
Women were the reason
And they say whiskey was the slide
Living for the action
Till it took him down
Crawled into his bottle
And let us watch him drown
In Skraggy's tomb
Yeah Skraggy's tomb
Sometimes in the evening
Before the moon goes down
Before the dark is leaving
I could swear
Swear I see him
Hanging round
So I watch the shadows
And I stop and think
And wade into the shallows
And I have another drink
From Skraggy's tombWelcome to
He was a loaded man going down
Always out there screaming at the moon
And every night he'd load another round
From Skraggy's tomb
There are certain things we can't explain
We all have our attraction
And then that boy he was insane
Skraggy made his life
Made his life a crime of passion
