One More Murder

One more murder in this town Don't mean a thing just lock your doors And drive around One more murder in this town Don't worry the rain will Wash the chalk marks from the ground Saturday night, shots ring out Add one to the body count You come alive to see another's end Plead it to a lesser count D.N.A. says without a doubt In 3 to 5 you're on the streets again One more murder in this town Don't mean a thing You get accustomed to the sound One more murder in this town Just block off the street and Wrap the crime scene tape around Hosanna, Hosanna I can't feel a thing at all Hosanna, Hosanna I can't feel a thing I can't feel a thing at all And I can't feel a thing at all I can't feel a thing at all Well I can't feel a thing at all I can't feel a thing Saturday Saturday night you're going out Parking lot, a figure come about Feel a piece click against your head Pleading to his sympathy "Take the car, I got a family" You hear a laugh, "It don't mean shit to me" One more murder One more murder One more murder in this town In this town Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah ...