Kids Who Kill Lyrics


Robert Thomson, John Wenbles

Kidnapped, tortured, murdered

A little boy

Took him to the raliway track

To hit his head with bricks

Jump on his chest

They also used a metal rod

Poured paint into eyes

Corpse run over by a train

Forty-two injuries

Massacred body

Left Alone

Could someone stop these fuckers?

Fatal moment of mother's inattention?

No one could predict the consequences

Maybe lack of imagination?

Mass media attention, day by day

Blaming each other, a broken life

Ruined family

The result of the savagery of these two

Degenerates

Who spewed total hate

Remains emptiness

Extreme despair

Condemned to nothingness...

The boy fell asleep forever

His torturers walk free

Two monsters with baby faces

With celebrity status

This is modern justice

Where you can kill

and not be punished

Kids who kill

For murderous thrill

Is society's serious fuckin' deal

So what went wrong

With their upbringing?

Critical messed-up

Chaotic overthinking