No More Games, No More Toys

Grille de la piste #195112

Fournie par billybluej and billybluej

Lyrics:

© billybluej
A mother had a premonition
A mother had the chills
Three drowned boys
In the Robin Hood Hills
No more games, no more toys
For the boys From the Robin Hood Hills
A mother had a premonition
A mother had the chills
One had a fractured skull,
Three drowned boys
In the Robin Hood Hills
The police targeted a teen
A false confession
Placed him at the scene
They said he wore black
They said his life was off track
They said his art was obscene
No evidence, no DNA, but a jury Found him guilty
Of killing the boys
In the Robin Hood Hills
He wishes he could sleep
He wishes he could go
But he's in too deep
There on Death Row
A mother had a premonition
A mother had the chills
Three drowned boys
In the Robin Hood Hills