2014-05-13
Hangman
Delicate words from a small town preacher âEvil came visited us yesterdayâ A fit of madness no rhyme or reason The innocent are always the one who pay Whoâs left to deal with the consequences? Whoâs going to pick up the broken pieces? All homes arenât 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 youâve really made her proud Mommyâs angel fatherâs pride and joy Will they mourn on the day of you hanging? No they wonât cry cheeks will stay dry When the leverâs pulled and youâre left dangling Youâll get what you deserve