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 ain't 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 livin' just like there's 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 scars '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 there's 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 buried the peace we know in that very same hole