A gun on the floor a man's body in the hall Cops busted down his door his doughter made the frantic call Neighbors gather on the lawn they want to see it all The old man lived alone his name they can't recall Violence in our cities runs rabid like a dog Seems to be no justice no one's on the job Is there any wonder why we feel a need to march offenders to the gallows swing them from a tree There's a child in the dumpster she had been there a week The body of the youngster had been severly beat A woman's on the corner her price for love's not cheap Her face looks thin and worn she has the aids disease Violence in our cities run rabid like a dog seems to be no justice no one's on the job Is there any wonder why we feel a need to march offenders to the gallows swing them from a tree
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