Willie Johnson was locking up his store Monday night And someone snuck in and they commenced a fight His wife Emilia found him lying on the freezer floor Now this sleepy little town, it aint sleepy no more Sheriff Walker holds three local boys in jail They confessed right down to the last detail They beat Willie with a bat, He was 70 years old Then they bought some beer with the six dollars they stole
Well I know my anger is not politically cool But, brother we're in danger when kids can be so cruel as to kill for play, Dear God have mercy we're liven just like theres no judgment day
Billy Haney is the youngest of the three accused His grandpa got him as a baby hungry and abused But no one guessed the depth of his emotional scares Till we saw him on the news grinning like a movie star
Well I know my anger is not politically cool But, brother we're in danger when we can be so cruel, as throw our kids away Dear God have mercy we're living just like theres no judgment day
Today the headlights lined in the drizzling rain To the graveyard stretched a five mile chain And we laid to rest one of this towns sweetest souls And we barried the peace we know in that very same hole Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
