Willie Johnson
Was locking up his store Monday night
When someone snuck in
And they commenced to fight
His wife Amielia found him lying on the freezer floor
Now this sleepy little town
It ain't sleeping no more
Well Sheriff Walker holds three local boys in jail
They confessed right down to the last detail
They beat Willie with a bat
He was 70 years old
Then they bought some beer with
The six dollars they stole
Chorus:
Well I know my anger is not politically cool
But brother we're in danger
When kids can be so cruel
As to kill for play
Dear God have mercy
We're living
Just like there's no judgement day
Billy Haney
Is the youngest of the three accused
His grandpa got him as a baby
Hungry and abused
But no one guessed the depth of his emotional scars
Til we saw him on the news
Grinning like a movie star
Chorus:
Well I know my anger is not politically cool
But brother we're in danger
When we can be so cruel
As throw our kids away
Dear God have mercy
We're living
Just like there's no judgement day
Today the headlights lined up
In the drizzling rain
To the graveyard stretched
The five mile chain
And we laid to rest one of this towns sweeties souls
And we burried the peace we know
In that very same...hole
Ummmmmmmmm
