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 liven 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 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 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 barried the peace we know in that very same hole