This morning they killed the candymaker
Three shots to his head from a .45
I don't want to end up in the paper
Or kill a man just to watch him die

I don't mean to judge the man that murders
I don't care to unsympathize
Though I am neither victim nor killer
I see myself in both of their eyes

But what drives a man to kill another
And leave his body in the dirt to bleed?
Ain't he also my brother?
Ain't you happy you are here with me?