The innocent are always the one who pay
Whoâs left to deal with the consequences?
Whoâs going to pick up the broken pieces?
All homes arenât 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 youâve really made her proud
Mommyâs angel fatherâs pride and joy
Will they mourn on the day of you hanging?
No they wonât cry cheeks will stay dry
When the leverâs pulled and youâre left dangling
Youâll get what you deserve
