Grave Dogs, CHAIN$AWSQUAD Sunday Morning Murder Scene

Yellow tape on the roses
Coffee still warm on the stove
Curtains breathe in the silence
TV froze on the morning show
Sunday morning murder scene
Church bells ring through siren screams
Somebody's prayer on the pavement steam
All this blood on a day so clean
Sunday morning murder scene
Sunday morning murder scene

Flip-flops left by the doorway
Sprinklers tick in the yards
Neighbors stare from the porches
Holding kids just a little too hard
Detective lifts up a locket
Thumb on a smiling face
Says
"Nothing holy about it"
Kicks mud on a chalk-white trace
Somewhere a hymn keeps playing
Through a cracked stained-glass pane
Heaven sings about mercy
Street just whispers your name
Sunday morning murder scene