Come all the unfortunates,
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Come on with your throwaway youth.
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They say it's written for you,
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No matter what you do.
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'Cause you see something happened up in robin hood hills,
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The devil had his way.
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But the locals say they're on to something,
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They say they know his name.
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Did you happen to see the paper today,
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And see what them troubled boys had done?
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Another unidentified youth,
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Mistaken for something he'd never done.
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Come all the unfortunates,
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Come on with your ghetto youth.
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There's talk on the police radio,
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Any suspect will do.
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'Cause there was an on-scene deputy,
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And he had it in for the West Memphis Three.
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Got them for murder of the first degree,
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But the crowd wanted more.
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Did you happen to see the paper today,
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And see what them troubled boys had done?
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Another unidentified youth,
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Mistaken for something he'd never done.
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So get goin', get gone.
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So get goin', it's time to move on.
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So get up get going, see what them troubled boys have seen.
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'Cause the future is all-knowing, but get too close and too close you'll be.
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So get up get going, see what them troubled boys have seen.
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'Cause the future is all-knowing, but get too close and too close you'll be.
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'Cause the future is all-knowing, but get too close and too close you'll be.
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Unfortunates
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| State Radio |
