One more murder in this town,   Don't mean a thing just lock your doors   And drive around.      One more murder in this town,   Don't worry the rain will   Wash the chalk marks from the ground.      Saturday night, shots ring out,   Add one to the body count.   You come alive to see another's end.      Plead it to a lesser count,   D.A. says without a doubt,   In 3-5 you're on the street again      One more murder in this town   Don't mean a thing   You get accustomed to the sound      One more murder in this town   Block off the street   Wrap the crime scene tape around.      Hosanna! Hosanna!   I can't feel a thing at all!   Hosanna! Hosanna!   I can't feel a thing!   I can't feel a thing at all!      Saturday night you're going out   Parking lot, a figure come about   Feel a piece click against your head.      Pleading to his sympathy,   "Take the car, I got a family"   You hear a laugh,   "It don't mean shit to me."      One more murder in this town