There was a haunting evil breeze Blowing off the bay That kasso smiled As he took the kid's life away The Midway was his private oasis While the dope got just a little too strong Relax Jimmy boy, it's only homicide The punk will never know what's going on Wake me when it's over and it's done Why can't you see the poor boy bleedin Does it make you numb It's a cryin shame I got blood on my hands My life's going down the drain It's a cryin shame I got blood on my hands Man, it's a cryin shame From the Northport Gazebo To the Aztakea Woods they strayed They butchered the boy And threw his body in a shallow grave For weeks under the leaves He just sat there dead Without a breath of life in his bones He left his ma and pa cryin Wonderin, whining Why their little boy never came home Wake me when it's over and it's done Why can't you see the poor boy bleedin Does it make you numb It's a cryin shame I got blood on my hands My life's going down the drain It's a cryin shame I got blood on my hands Man, it's a cryin shame Say it, no Lord help me, Jesus Christ It's all over now Kiss your ass goodbye