Delicate words from a small town preacher
ˇ°Evil came visited us yesterdayˇ±
A fit of madness no rhyme or reason
The innocent are always the one who pay
Who`s left to deal with the consequences?
Who`s going to pick up the broken pieces?
All homes aren`t guarded by white picket fences
How could you kill a child?
Another psycho sixteen gunshots
Ringing out on a kindergarten playground
A flood of tears from desperate mothers
Think of your own now you`ve really made her
proud
Mommy`s angel father`s pride and joy
Will they mourn on the day of you hanging?
No they won`t cry cheeks will stay dry
When the lever`s pulled and you`re left dangling
You`ll get what you deserve
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