Here's the story of three

Punks with a burning desire

To be gangsters to be guns for hire

Moreland Ave on a hot summer night

Pete wanted to kill someone and do it tonight

He's the boy that did the ultimate sin

Got the blood of christ dripping from his skin

With his silver spoon and his beady eyes

He decided who should live and who should die

Murderer Pete is a Murderer

Dressed in suits dressed for the kill

Walking to the bridge at the bottom of the hill

Looked for a passed out

Bum and they found one

Pete slit his throat just for fun

The bum went running

Through the bushes and weeds

They held his arms and made him bleed

Headlights flashing and the world spun around

The man was screaming when he hit the ground

Murderer Paul is a Murderer

I wept and wondered what should I say

About the children

Who threw a man's life away

Were you men or were you gods

Or suburban brats

Whose lives were a fraud

Scum like you don't deserve to live free

I think you'd look good hanging from a tree

No remorse when you dealt all of the spades

You get raped in jail and die of aids

Murderer Francois is a Murder

Murderer Francois is a Murder

Who should live and who should die

Who should live and who should die

Who should live and who should die