Hangman کے بول

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 Whos left to deal with the consequences? Whos going to pick up the broken pieces? All homes arent 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 youve really made her proud Mommys angel fathers pride and joy Will they mourn on the day of you hanging? No they wont cry cheeks will stay dry When the levers pulled and youre left dangling Youll get what you deserve