One more murder in this town, Don't mean a thing just lock your doors And drive around. One more murder in this town, Don't worry the rain will Wash the chalk marks from the ground. Saturday night, shots ring out, Add one to the body count. You come alive to see another's end. Plead it to a lesser count, D.A. says without a doubt, 3 to 5 you're on the streets again. One more murder in this town Don't mean a thing You get accustomed to the sound One more murder in this town Block off the street and Wrap the crime scene tape around. Hosanna! Hosanna! I can't feel a thing at all! Hosanna! Hosanna! I can't feel a thing! I can feel nothing at all! Saturday night you're going out Parking lot, a figure come about Feel a piece click against your head. Pleading to his sympathy, "Take the car, I got a family" You hear a laugh, "It don't mean shit to me." One more murder in this town...