Don't mean a thing just lock your doors
 Dnd drive around.
 One more murder in this town,
 Don't worry the rain will
 Wash the chalk marks from the ground.
 Saturday night, shots ring out,
 Add one to the body count.
 You come alive to see another's end.
 Plead it to a lesser count,
 D.A. says without a doubt,
 In 3-5 you're on the streets again.
 One more murder in this town
 Don't mean a thing
 You get accustomed to the sound
 One more murder in this town
 Block off the street and
 Wrap the crime scene tape around.
 Hosanna! Hosanna!
 I can't feel a thing at all!
 Hosanna! Hosanna!
 I can't feel a thing!
 I can't feel a thing at all!
 Saturday night you're going out
 Parking lot, a figure come about
 Feel a piece click against your head.
 Pleading to his sympathy,
 "Take the car, I got a family"
 You hear a laugh,
 "It don't mean shit to me."
 One more murder in this town