Well, the world is still not at peace. Parents are crying, and people are dying. Lord, put our world at peace.
When I see a young man on the street, there's only one thing I do. I say "There is still another still rooting for you."
[Chorus] Another innocent life cut down. Yet, the world goes around. A kid comes by asking for fun, instead, its another one cut down.
Tell that offender, that murderer, that monster, the lord'll cut him down. Its their fault they've gone so quick. All that's left is pain. Take him downtown.
I always despised the art of crime, and wished those fools would stop. Instead, there's another son or daughter living on the sidewalk. Its an art no one should try. Parenting monsters, go ahead and cry. I know they're gone.
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