THE PLAYMAKER

They shouldn’t have blamed anyone
With what they had on you
They had a single way of seeing
What they thought was true
They put your face on the violence
A license to hate
They moved in together
A reason could wait
Guilty as charged
Guilty
And I’m still at large
Guilty
They’re burning your house
Where’s your wife and your little girl
When I turned them against you
They’d been on to me
I dropped a well placed rumor
And took the wait and see
You never made it to trial
Someone gunned you down
But I guess that’s Springtime
In our little town
Guilty as charged
Guilty
And I’m still at large
Guilty
They burned down your house
Killed your wife and your little girl