98 MUTE - Hangman lyrics

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