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