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Truth or ConsequencesThe moon was fat and pink, as a farmer's show pigwhile a shadow with a shovel, found a place to digand only one star shone, in the dead of nightas that shadow popped a trunk, twenty miles outsideTruth or Consequences, Truth or Consequenceswell, it was six months back, on a two-lane blacktopa bruised girl with torn clothes, flagged a passing copthe sheriff made a vow, when he caught the guilty manthat girl would have her vengeance, cos nowhere's rougher thanTruth or Consequenceswhen a crime is that cruel and senselessthere's no place to run and no defensesno mercy to be found in the tough southwest townof Truth or Consequencesbut there's one in ev'ry jury, one in ev'ry crowdcos that guy's baby face, gave someone reas'nable doubtthat girl wept in the courtroom, and questioned God abovewhen he went free with a grin, not knowing the meaning oftruth or consequenceswhen a crime is that cruel and senselessthere's nowhere to run and no defensesno mercy to be found in the tough southwest townof Truth or Consequencesthe shovel patted the sod, as the moon set in the westpale light shone off the star, on that shadow's chestPolaroids were taken, to remove any doubtand mailed to that poor girl, cos there's no justice withouttruth or consequenceswhen a crime is that cruel and senselessthere's nowhere to run and no defensesno mercy to be found in the tough southwest townof Truth or Consequences(c)2006 Robert George