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West Memphis in May (For Damien)
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Other Stuff Cinco de Mayo seemed kind of plain
but by the next afternoon the whole world went insane.
Near the Robin Hood Hills something awful was found,
the bodies of three young boys there on the ground.
Who could have carried out this horrible deed.
The cops were all looking for some kind of lead.
One said that they should check out this one dirty rat.
He's the leader of a cult, or something like that.
He lives out in Marion, lives in a trailer.
We must solve this case now, there's no room for failure.
This crime is so horrible, someone must pay.
And this Damien punk kid should be locked away.
Some say you're the omen, some say you're a genius.
Some people don't quite know what they should say.
But three little boys and three teenage kids
all lost their futures one West Memphis in May.
An acquaintance's confession was somehow coerced.
His trial went down and it all seemed rehearsed.
They used him and exploited his lower I.Q.
They handed him life, but they were gunning for you.
You made them uneasy so they were on the attack.
You read Stephen King and you dressed all in black.
The lifestyle you led just didn't seem right:
Loud heavy music and staying out at night.
There was no evidence but they wanted you to fall.
On a witch hunt you don't need any evidence at all.
And the playing field in Jonesboro never was level.
They thought you had some kind of pact with the devil.
You were judged guilty before you ever uttered a word.
They called it a trial but it was really absurd.
One of the bands they hung you for was right all along
When they said that justice is lost, raped, and gone.
Some say you're the omen, some say you're a genius.
Some people don't quite know what they should say.
But three little boys and three teenage kids
all lost their futures one West Memphis in May.
In the courtroom the quiet one sat by your side,
both of you watched as your innocence died.
Like the trials at Salem, we saw justice sink low.
The other's got life and now you're on death row.
You got the worst deal because you were the Wiccan.
But there were so many people this outcome would sicken.
With the cards stacked against you, you lost the big fight.
Can you ever win back freedom? Can things ever be right?
If guilt can be judged like this, most people can see
That no one is safe, not you and not me.
And the three of you ragged kids all dressed in black
deserve to be handed your entire lives back.
Some say you're the omen, some say you're a genius.
Some people don't quite know what they should say.
But three little boys and three teenage kids
all lost their futures one West Memphis in May.
