I ran down the block
To see what was going on
A baby under a sheet
Was lying on the lawn
Police cars milled about
Patrolling the whole scene
We were dirty the cars were clean
I guess the gun was loaded
Little boy didn't know
Scars from his death
Will never let me go
The farther down that street I go
People are dead that I know
I guess I should say
People that I knew
I hope one of them is never you
Friends are dropping down like flies
I never get to say my goodbyes
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