Some things tear a little town apart

And some things cut right at your heart:

A dirty young man with his hand in the pre-school

A dirty young man with his hand in the pre-school

And I don't know about no turtle bones or airplane rides

And I don't know about no midnight animal sacrifice

Someone lied to me

Someone lied to you

Someone lied to the folks

Just sitting there watching the news

And it could've been your mother

And it could've been your father, I don't know

And it could've been the children

And it could've been the dirty young man

I don't know how thirteen counts could bounce right off the wall

And I don't know if I should really believe anyone at all