And the warden said He wont need a cell He has the key Theres no harsher sentence The mans doin life In the first degree Some people seek to set blame Some just accept their part And now you know why Booker died of a broken heart And the priest said I can take confession But not the sin The church is shelter Not the faith Son, thats within Some people pray for fortune and fame Some just play a part And now you know why Booker died of a broken heart And the doctor said I can see youre hurt Just by lookin at you Pain we can help But for hurt Theres nothin we can do Some people pick up the pieces Some just leave them apart And now you know why Booker died of a broken heart