Turtle Bones

Some things tear a little town apart
and some things cut right at your heart:
A dirty young man with his hand in the pre-school,
a dirty young man with his hand in the pre-school.
And I don't know about no turtle bones or airplane rides
and I don't know about no midnight animal sacrifice.
Someone lied to me.
Someone lied to you.
Someone lied to the folks
just sitting there watching the news
and it could've been your mother
and it could've been your father, I don't know.
And it could've been the children
and it could've been the dirty young man.
I don't know how thirteen counts could bounce right off the wall.
And I don't know if I should really believe anyone at all.