Cryin' Shame

There was a haunting evil breeze

Blowing off the bay

That kasso smiled

As he took the kid's life away

The Midway was his private oasis

While the dope got just a little too strong

Relax Jimmy boy, it's only homicide

The punk will never know what's going on

Wake me when it's over and it's done

Why can't you see the poor boy bleedin

Does it make you numb

It's a cryin shame

I got blood on my hands

My life's going down the drain

It's a cryin shame

I got blood on my hands

Man, it's a cryin shame

From the Northport Gazebo

To the Aztakea Woods they strayed

They butchered the boy

And threw his body in a shallow grave

For weeks under the leaves

He just sat there dead

Without a breath of life in his bones

He left his ma and pa cryin

Wonderin, whining

Why their little boy never came home

Wake me when it's over and it's done

Why can't you see the poor boy bleedin

Does it make you numb

It's a cryin shame

I got blood on my hands

My life's going down the drain

It's a cryin shame

I got blood on my hands

Man, it's a cryin shame

Say it, no

Lord help me, Jesus Christ

It's all over now

Kiss your ass goodbye