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Words Couldn't Do It JusticeBilly's yellow Datsun was crushed and batteredhe lay still and silent on a starlit streetthe only glass that night that wasn't shatteredwas the wine jug on the other driver's seatthough the scene was hard for that cop to describeBilly's dad sensed what happened by how that rookie criedcos words couldn't do it justicewords couldn't do it justicesometimes words are only worth their weightand it takes more to communicatethat night words couldn't do it justicethey booked that rich kid at the downtown stationhis dad bought a lawyer and spared no expenseafter a circus trial he got two years probationafter all...it was just his first offenseBilly's dad murmured at his only son's stonebut his lonely heart found no comfort in prayers alonecos words couldn't do it justicewords couldn't do it justicesometimes words are only worth their weightand it takes more to communicatethat night words couldn't do it justicehe drew the blinds at sunset and sat there drinkin'his reckless soul drained half a jug of rumwhisp'ring shadows overshadowed his thinkin'in the basement he found his old shotgundrove to the suburbs and parked by that rich kid's homea crime had been done and only a crime could atonecos words couldn't do it justicewords couldn't do it justicesometimes words are only worth their weightand it takes more to communicatethat night words couldn't do it justice(c)2006 Robert George