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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
Who¡¯s left to deal with the consequences?
Who¡¯s going to pick up the broken pieces?
All homes aren¡¯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 you¡¯ve really made her proud
Mommy¡¯s angel father¡¯s pride and joy
Will they mourn on the day of you hanging?
No they won¡¯t cry cheeks will stay dry
When the lever¡¯s pulled and you¡¯re left dangling
You¡¯ll get what you deserve
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