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 aint
sleepy 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
liven just like theres no judgment day

Billy Haney is the youngest of the three accused
Find more similar lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.com/WQKHis grandpa got him as a baby hungry and abused
But no one guessed the depth of his emotional
scares 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 theres no judgment day

Today the headlights lined in the drizzling rain
To the graveyard stretched a five mile chain And
we laid to rest one of this towns sweetest souls
And we barried the peace we know in that very same
hole