If you had told them, This is a story, they would still Be drain their eyes They would just think, That it was fiction How could this happen in real live But you got pictures on the news Is the camera guy alright? So you, where were you. While the dead slept rough last night Just like I hope, you did The dead slept rough last night I keep on trying to imagine myself In your shoes, It can t be easy I know But I still see no excuse You say religion is your guide Well I guess you must have missed the part about wrong an right Every man has got his pride That's why the dead slept rough last night Last night the dead slept rough, They trust in you way to much The punishment never fits the crime You are like a president Your ego never dent You are taking a brawl at the end time Oh, what a witness is, Knows how sick this is, The punishment never fits the crime They that it is consent There be a true ligment The paper died from a 45, from a 45