sometimes the girls who walk alone
aren't found for days or weeks
bullies laugh and grin and beat
i'll die here soon if i don't leave
if i don't leave if i don't leave
this patch of sky and native ground
take turns to push and pull you down
forget trying to live and be happy
i'll take safe and terror free
terror rules the dark night
training ground for punks and thieves
home of poor white retirees
when color made the grass less green
apples are filled with razor blades
but fools and innocents believe
that love and faith and truth and beauty
can make a garden of this human factory
no trace or clue of where they've gone
sometimes these girls are never found