Kurt Lehman

Kurt Lehman

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Folk - Alternative | Las Vegas, Nevada, United States
Total Song Plays: 368   
Member Since: 2006
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Song Description

What is an appropriate punishment for a killer/rapist child molester who knows he has a monster inside him and wants to die?


The Things That He Has Done

I read it in the news today About a man they put away
In a federal penitentiary Without the possibility
He?d ever be paroled

The picture showed him sitting there A face you might see anywhere
?Cept his eyes were just a vacant stare Just Like he really didn?t care
It made my blood run cold

He took a girl not yet thirteen And left her in a cold ravine
He raped and then he tortured her He?s not your average murderer
He?s not some poor lost soul
Not just some poor lost soul

Chorus 1:

He said, ?Don?t put me in your prison,
Don?t keep me alive
I?ve got the devil inside me,
So please just end my life.?

And if there?s a God I meet somewhere
I?m gonna ask him what he meant
When he let my father hurt me
With his burning cigarette.

Why did my mother touch me
In ways that felt so wrong
And I?ll ask God why he let me do
The things that I have done.?

And what would justice really be Nail him to a tall oak tree?
Cut him down piece by piece Until he cried out for mercy
Until he felt the fear?

He prob?ly can?t feel anything Except when he does his dirty things
And I can?t stand imagining Her terror and her crying
That must have filled his ears

My God it makes no earthly sense To violate such innocence
He did the deed and he confessed He said, ?I offer up no defense
To any of you here.?

(chorus 1 repeat:)

And when I read the words he said I spent whole the night turning in my bed
Visions raging in my head Of the ways that I would make him dead
I?d make his wish come true

Tell me what would justice be If someone left it up to me
I?d grant this killer?s courtroom plea But he would not die peacefully
I?d show him real abuse

It?s too bad that his Dad was mean And his Momma made him feel unclean
But what he did was beyond obscene I?d cut him til he screamed & screamed
Cause I don?t buy his excuse

Chorus 2:

Don?t put him in our prison,
And pay to keep him alive.
He?s got the devil inside him,
So please just end his life.

And when he meets God up there
I hope he finds out what He meant
When he let his father scar his skin
With a burning cigarette.

Why did his mother touch him
In ways that felt so wrong
Oh ask him why he let him do
The things that he has done.?

But in the morning, clear and still
I think about the unfulfilled
Longings of the heart we kill
In senseless acts of our free will
In trying to feel alive

Words&Music © 2005 Kurtis Lehman

Song Length
Folk - Alternative, Folk - Contemporary
Tempo / Feel
Medium (111 - 130)
Lead Vocal
Male Vocal
Outraged, Heartbreaking

Subject Matter
Sanity/Insanity, Murder, Rape

2000 and later

Lyric Credits Kurtis Lehman
Music Credits Kurtis Lehman
Performance Credits Kurt Lehman