Willie Johnson was locking up his store Monday night
And someone snuck in and they commenced a fight
His wife Emilia found him lying on the freezer floor
Now this sleepy little town, it ain`t sleepin` no more.
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.
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 livin` just like there`s no judgment 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
Till we saw him on the news grinning like a movie star.
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 judgment day.
Today the headlights lined up in the drizzling rain
To the graveyard stretched a five mile chain
And we laid to rest one of this town`s sweetest souls
And we buried the peace we know in that very same hole...
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