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most of them are never found
How long must the search go on, how long must the search go on
A message from some late night flick, two missing children
How long must the search go on, or even some backwoods redneck hick
Their height, abducted from their place of play, it seems to happen every day
The schools are going on patrol, but who s to know and who s to say
Something in their heads went click, where have all the children gone
see them on the milk carton
the clothes they wore
But who s to know and who s to say, the schools are going on patrol Abduction, in garbage or the river drowned
the schools are going on patrol
In garbage or the river drowned, or even some backwoods redneck hick
cause now the thief is on a roll
Are they sold into slavery, almost like it s done for pay
Their adding up and taking toll, some say they just ran away
Where have all the children gone, it seems to happen every day, the clothes they wore
See them on the milk carton, where have all the children gone
See them on the milk carton, but who s to know and who s to say
Sometimes six feet underground, sometimes six feet underground
Almost like it s done for pay, cause now the thief is on a roll
it seems to happen every day
And just what the witness saw, abductor must not have a soul Rotten, but who s to know and who s to say
sometimes six feet underground
How long must the search go on, abductors must be really sick, although a few will come around
or even some backwoods redneck hick
Most of them are never found, something in their heads went click, see them on the milk carton
But who s to know and who s to say, although a few will come around
Two missing children, but who to know and who s to say, two missing children
How long must the search go on, and just what the witness saw Dirty, the clothes they wore
Their height, someone stole their only son
abducted from their place of play
Posted in the corner store, their height, see them on the milk carton
Abducted from their place of play, abductor must not have a soul
Something in their heads went click, someone stole someone s son, someone stole someone s son
Abductors must be really sick, are they sold into slavery, the clothes they wore
someone stole someone s son
And just what the witness saw, posted in the corner store
Their adding up and taking toll, how long must the search go on Imbeciles, the clothes they wore
A message from some late night flick, the clothes they wore, but who to know and who s to say
and just what the witness saw
The clothes they wore, although a few will come around
Where have all the children gone, it seems to happen every day Abduction, almost like it s done for pay
Or even some backwoods redneck hick, two missing children Rotten, abductor must not have a soul
Posted in the corner store, some say they just ran away
Where have all the children gone, cause now the thief is on a roll Imbeciles, two missing children