There was a haunting

Evil breeze blowing off the bay

That kasso smiled

As he took the kid's life away

The midway was his private oasis

Where the dope got just a little too strong

Relax, Jummy boy, it's only homicide

The punk will never know what's going on

Wake me when it's over and it's done

Why can ya see the poor boy bleed

Does it make you numb

It's a cryin' shame

I got blood on my hands

And my life's going down the drain

It's a cryin' shame

I got blood on my hands

Man it's a crying shame

From the Northport gazebo

To the Aztakea Woods they strayed

They butchered the boy

And threw his body in a shallow grave

For weeks under the leaves

He just sat there dead

Without a breath of life in his bones

He left his ma and pa cryin

Wondering and whining...

Why their little boy never came home

Wake me when it's over and it's done

Why can ya see the poor boy bleed

Does it make you numb

It's a cryin' shame

I got blood on my hands

And my life's going down the drain

It's a cryin' shame

I got blood on my hands

Man it's a crying shame

Say it no Lord help me Jesus Christ

It's all over now kiss your ass goodbye

Wake me when it's over and it's done

Why can ya see the poor boy bleed

Does it make you numb

It's a cryin' shame

I got blood on my hands

And my life's going down the drain

It's a cryin' shame

I got blood on my hands

Man it's a crying shame