There was a haunting
Evil breeze blowing off the bay
That kasso smiled
As he took the kids life away
The midway was his private oasis
Where 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
(What have I done?)
Why can ya see the poor boy bleed
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
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
Wondering and whining
Why their little boy never came home
Wake me when it's over and it's done
(What have I done?)
Why can ya see the poor boy bleed
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
Wake me when it's over and it's done
(What have I done?)
Why can ya see the poor boy bleed
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 just let him hang
Writer(s): Greg Steele, Taime Downe
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