• Momma, why do the good always die young?
    Why do the innocent have to always pay?
    Why do they have their heads hung?
    Why do they have to be taken away?

    Is it fair to them to have to die,
    To no longer be allowed to breathe?
    Is it fair to their families who never said good bye?
    Momma why did he have to leave?

    Will the angels ever find them?
    Find the ones we love so dear?
    Will they kill the ones who condemn?
    Will they allow us to keep our loved ones near?

    Momma I know this may look bad,
    But please try to keep a brave face.
    Momma please don’t be sad,
    I had a plan for just in case

    Momma he did not do any wrong
    Momma I was the one you should blame
    It was my fault, he just came along
    He tried to stop me, and to that it is a shame

    For I was not the one to pay
    For it is now him six feet under
    He is to be forever taken away
    Never to wake from his deep slumber

    Momma, I know it is bad for good to die
    None of them should ever be dead,
    But this time be assured, no lie
    This bad child will now be the one dyed red.