Willie Johnson was locking up his store Monday night   And someone snuck in and they commenced a fight   His wife Emilia found him lying on the freezer floor   Now this sleepy little town, it aint sleepy no more   Sheriff Walker holds three local boys in jail   They confessed right down to the last detail   They beat Willie with a bat, He was 70 years old   Then they bought some beer with the six dollars they stole      Well I know my anger is not politically cool   But, brother we're in danger when kids can be so cruel as to kill for play,   Dear God have mercy we're liven just like theres no judgment day      Billy Haney is the youngest of the three accused   His grandpa got him as a baby hungry and abused   But no one guessed the depth of his emotional scares   Till we saw him on the news grinning like a movie star      Well I know my anger is not politically cool   But, brother we're in danger when we can be so cruel, as throw our kids away   Dear God have mercy we're living just like theres no judgment day      Today the headlights lined in the drizzling rain   To the graveyard stretched a five mile chain   And we laid to rest one of this towns sweetest souls   And we barried the peace we know in that very same hole