He had the last laugh

 
Bradley lived more life
In a swift twenty-seven years
Than we could ever dream
In our mortified tears

We got nothing
By comparison
Just another simplified simpleton
Fuck-stain rebellion

Bradley lived more life
In that rough quarter-century
Than we could ever have
As a fucked up vile visionary

We got nothing
We got nothing
Just another simpleton
Fuck-stain rebellion

He flipped us the finger
while he said Good-bye