Artist(Band):98 Mute
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Delicate words from a small town preacher
Evil came visited us yesterday
A fit of madness no rhyme or reason
The innocent are always the one who pay
Whos left to deal with the consequences?
Whos going to pick up the broken pieces?
All homes arent 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 youve really made her proud
Mommys angel fathers pride and joy
Will they mourn on the day of you hanging?
No they wont cry cheeks will stay dry
When the levers pulled and youre left dangling
Youll get what you deserve
