One More Murder

One more murder in this town

Don't mean a thing just lock your doors

And drive around

One more murder in this town

Don't worry the rain will

Wash the chalk marks from the ground

Saturday night, shots ring out

Add one to the body count

You come alive to see another's end

Plead it to a lesser count

D.N.A. says without a doubt

In 3 to 5 you're on the streets again

One more murder in this town

Don't mean a thing

You get accustomed to the sound

One more murder in this town

Just block off the street and

Wrap the crime scene tape around

Hosanna, Hosanna

I can't feel a thing at all

Hosanna, Hosanna

I can't feel a thing

I can't feel a thing at all

And I can't feel a thing at all

I can't feel a thing at all

Well I can't feel a thing at all

I can't feel a thing

Saturday

Saturday night you're going out

Parking lot, a figure come about

Feel a piece click against your head

Pleading to his sympathy

"Take the car, I got a family"

You hear a laugh, "It don't mean shit to me"

One more murder

One more murder

One more murder in this town

In this town

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

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