Smoke stacks, slag heaps, brick house sinister-looking Railways, dull streets - good stage for horror movie Scenery gruesome-looking - yet that’s no horror movie
Old Marc Dutroux, unemployed electrician Serial rapist, most hated man in Belgium Unemployed electrician - most hated man in Belgium
Jailed for child rape and freed for good behavior To strike again and kidnap helpless neighbors Parolled for good behavior to kidnap helpless neighbors
Despite all tips police remained complacent For many years while several girls went missing Police remained complacent while several girls went missing
Two starved to death neglected and abandoned Two raped and drugged and buried in the garden Neglected and abandoned - buried ‘live in the garden
Two saved by cops and rescued from the dungeon Scared and brainwashed and clinging to their torturer Afraid to leave the dungeon - clinging to their torturer
Dungeon of death Gruesome abyss Dark masterpiece Of craftsman’s skills, do-it-yourself skills
Grim prison cell Of no return Seven feet long Three feet across and just five feet tall
Infamous room Of agony, And misery And suffering of little girls and teens
Little girl’s name Julie Lejeune Scratched in crayon On dungeon wall yellow cement wall
Girls could be saved if everything had been done To track the case since day one all the way down Not everything had been done to track the case all way down
It’s pedophilia that’s killed our daughters Big shots involved, hence all the brakes on justice They cover their asses, hence all the brakes on justice
Acting on informant’s tips and visiting the House somewhere in rundown Charleroi suburb
Looking all around and checking everywhere Even bothering to search the old basement
Hearing children screams yet leaving satisfied when Being told these were kids playing somewhere upstairs
“Aaaaaaaah!” – “Who’s this?” “Kids in the street” “Who is this?” “These are just kids playing in the street”
“Time to go, my job is done It’s just kids, kids in the street - screaming in the street.
Yes, I’ve heard these silent screams But I thought these were just kids - playing in the street”
Two Flemish teens Raped many times Buried alive And left to die drugged and left to die
Two eight-year olds Starving to death Unattended, And neglected until they were dead
Two survivors Orally raped And given sweets To take away residual taste
Dungeon of death And agony, And misery And suffering of little girls and teens
TV broadcasts - exciting and breath-taking Like sports forecasts encouraged by bookmakers Mass media breath-taking like gambling and bookmaking
Obscene details of extraordinary Incompetence of the judiciary Mess-up extraordinary of the judiciary
Eight years have passed before the mist has cleared No faith, no trust just shame, disgust and fear The mist has hardly cleared - there is just shame and fear
Eight painful years of public indignation Ending up with high-level resignations Outrage and indignation, high-level resignations
The trial is done, yet low are expectations The fear stays on, and so do troubling questions Still low are expectations with all these troubling questions
All want to know who are good guys and bad ones Who’s friend, who’s foe, who’ll save and who’ll protect us? Who are good guys and bad ones, who’ll save and who’ll protect us? Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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