Hangman by 98 Mute
Delicate words from a small town preacher
â€œEvil came visited us yesterdayâ€
A fit of madness no rhyme or reason
The innocent are always the one who pay
Whoâ€™s left to deal with the consequences?
Whoâ€™s going to pick up the broken pieces?
All homes arenâ€™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 youâ€™ve really made her proud
Mommyâ€™s angel fatherâ€™s pride and joy
Will they mourn on the day of you hanging?
No they wonâ€™t cry cheeks will stay dry
When the leverâ€™s pulled and youâ€™re left dangling
Youâ€™ll get what you deserve
- 98 Mute
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