Evil and I

Didn't get to bed until late in the morning Ran my father's truck all afternoon He whispered what the local newspaper wrote Our town, in despair, had put a stop to crime I took two golden locks I found in the park And put them in the locker with my name on When the stroke occurred nothing could have stopped me I'm glad they bashed his head in Out here in the open wild all the people are nice But December called for action What if Father Christmas went black? That dog, he would lose a generation I wish I never met her mother at church God bless, but not the Palestinians We could analyse what has caused me so much pain I didn't mean it