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Who Killed Sandy Seale?
from Crows (1996)

Crows

 

friday night the parish hall

the city still in darkness

twelve o'clock the cops are called

and are rushed upon the scene

a shout cries out from the street

sayin' 'help me please, i can't

breath'

and the authorities take the back
road instead


just moments later

out hangin' around

junior and a friend

just out bummin' a cigarette

but soon it all would end

they're taken to the station

their hands still clean

they had nothin' else to say

'cause everything they said

would be twisted around

upon their judgement day


he had ten whole years

to fight what's a comin'

he had ten whole years

to dream about a future

and he had seventeen years

of a life he's never wanted

and there's nothing he can do

to free his soul


in comes macintyre

pounding his fist

at the witness, patricia harris

'what did you see this friday

night, and you 'd better make it fit'

she's held for five hours

not fourteen years old

and she signed sth twisted truth

'you did the right thing' says macintyre

'now go home and get

some sleep'


he has ten whole years

to fight what's a comin'

he has ten whole years

to dream about a future

and he had seventeen years

of a life he's never wanted

and there's nothing he can do

to change my mind


just down the road

is jimmy macneil and the killer

roy newman ebsary

they kick their feet upon the bar

and fill up their drinks

'don't say a word or they'll surely

hear' were the killers words to jimmy

'we'll keep it low, they'll never

know what we did, just drink your beer!'


he has ten whole years

to fight what's a comin'

he has ten whole years

to dream about a future

and he has seventeen years

of a life he's never wanted

and there's nothing he can do

to change their minds


so here junior lay in the city

bucket

a dump to say the least

while out in the street

is akiller named roy

in the image of a priest

and lyin' in the morgue

is sandy seale

his friends and family grieving

but what could they say to a sargeants ways

and an ego he needed pleasing

 

1996 douglas september / Big Pond Publishing and Production Limited (SOCAN/BMI)

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