98 Mute – Hangman

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