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