Dead of night screams of children’s fright
Child has already seen the results of daddy’s dream
Mother sprawled across the floor won’t tell him what to do no more
Shotgun now in his mouth all his brains are headed south

Night air is filled with sirens on the run coming for someone
Terror reign old story not worth a bit in the news editor choose
Beat cop walks the street looks at bloody little feet

Hard as nails this old man wraps her in his arms tight
Children services will take her on this a trouble night
From the pan to the pit this child is sent

Abuse and miss-use that is societies plan
Thirteen she’s got a real man
Sells her cheap

Beat cop cannot weep
Takes another drink
Cries himself to sleep