Cryin Shame lyrics

There was a haunting
Evil breeze blowing off the bay
That kasso smiled
As he took the kid`s life away
The midway was his private oasis
Where the dope got just a little too strong
Relax, Jummy boy, it`s only homicide
The punk will never know what`s going on
Wake me when it`s over and it`s done
Why can ya see the poor boy bleed
Does it make you numb
It`s a cryin` shame
I got blood on my hands
And my life`s going down the drain
It`s a cryin` shame
I got blood on my hands
Man it`s a crying shame
From the Northport gazebo
To the Aztakea Woods they strayed
They butchered the boy
And threw his body in a shallow grave
For weeks under the leaves
He just sat there dead
Without a breath of life in his bones
He left his ma and pa cryin
Wondering and whining...
Why their little boy never came home
Wake me when it`s over and it`s done
Why can ya see the poor boy bleed
Does it make you numb
It`s a cryin` shame
I got blood on my hands
And my life`s going down the drain
It`s a cryin` shame
I got blood on my hands
Man it`s a crying shame
Say it no Lord help me Jesus Christ
It`s all over now kiss your ass goodbye
Wake me when it`s over and it`s done
Why can ya see the poor boy bleed
Does it make you numb
It`s a cryin` shame
I got blood on my hands
And my life`s going down the drain
It`s a cryin` shame
I got blood on my hands
Man it`s a crying shame