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Another girl has turned up dead,

Another teenage whore.

You know the cops they couldn't give a shit

But the nightly news is all over it;

"She was just 16 never been out of Michigan."

They say he tied her to his bed

And lit the trailer park on fire.

"They found her body charred and wrecked in the ashes,"

Says the on the ground reporter with Gucci sunglasses

And his hair sprayed perfect, his microphone so serious.

Homicides.

Ruined lives.

Innocent bystanders caught in the crossfire.

You float

On a black cloud

With a camera crew to catch the bodies burning down.

You clip her picture from the paper

You pin it on your wall.

At night she stares with supernatural eyes,

Bloodshot and red and wild and alive;

"Do you think I'm sexy? Do you think I'm dirty?"

In your dreams she pulls up in a sports car

With the windows boarded up.

She takes you to a nightclub

Where everyone's gunshot wounds

Are Technicolor broaches,

Oh, their mouths dripping roaches.

And then you run back to your safe suburban home.

Homicides.

Ruined Lives.

Innocent bystanders caught in the crossfire.

You float

On a black cloud

With a camera crew to catch the bodies burning down.

Homicides.

Ruined Lives.

Innocent bystanders caught in the crossfire.

You float

On a black cloud

With a camera crew to catch the bodies burning down.

Oh, in time

We'll forget your name.

Little girl, oh in time little girl,

You know, we'll forget your face.

Because we're moving on, we're moving on,

We're moving on to another horrifying murder case.