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Now the killing’s in Winston-Salem.

Kids kill to settle a fight.

There’s no need for discussion.

The bullet decides who’s right.

The skies are dark and dripping,

but I surely can’t complain.

After weeks and weeks of sunshine

we can use a bit of rain.

Twenty years in Afghanistan.

The last plane flew away.

Twenty years in Afghanistan.

A sad and somber day.

Twenty years in Afghanistan.

The country’s not at peace.

Twenty years in Afghanistan.

The killing doesn’t cease.

It’s a sad and sober world today.

There’s not much cause for laughter.

It’s hard to read the news

and think of “happy ever after.”

Kids get up in the morning

and head for the killing ground.

When they near the playground…

…just pop in another round.

The candle burns.

Its light is steady.

The path shows clear and true.

The candle’s light

is always ready

to mark the path for you.

I don’t need Farmer’s Alamac

to note when Summer’s gone.

Spiders in the bathtub?

It’s my sign that time’s moved on.

There’s a spider in the bathtub.

That’s a certain sign of Fall.

You know that summer’s over

when the spiders come to call.