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One more murder in this town,
Don't mean a thing just lock your doors
And drive around.
One more murder in this town,
Don't worry the rain will
Wash the chalk marks from the ground.
Saturday night, shots ring out,
Add one to the body count.
You come alive to see another's end.
Plead it to a lesser count,
D.A. says without a doubt,
In 3-5 you're on the streets again.
One more murder in this town
Don't mean a thing
You get accustomed to the sound
One more murder in this town
Block off the street and
Wrap the crime scene tape around.
Hosanna! Hosanna!
I can't feel a thing at all!
Hosanna! Hosanna!
I can't feel a thing!
I can't feel a thing at all!
Saturday night you're going out
Parking lot, a figure come about
Feel a piece click against your head.
Pleading to his sympathy,
"Take the car, I got a family"
You hear a laugh,
"It don't mean shit to me."
One more murder in this town
I'm surprised no one's commented. This is one of BTE's most clever songs of social commentary.
The meaning is clear: life in lower income-bracket neighbourhoods. The crime situation is completely out of control and the Powers That Be choose to do nothing about it, instead turning their eyes to more affluent areas and businesses.
Simple and poignant. Of course, there's also a pleading so that the proper attention is paid and changes are made: "Hosanna, I can't feel a thing at all."
Great in a seventh season episode of Homicide: Life on the Street,
It seems to me this song is about living in the crime and havoc of New Orleans. The crime here was horrible in the early to mid 90's, and hasn't really gotten much better. 152 murders this year. Murders are hard to get convictions on here, because the crime can be so random, so rather than let the perpetrator go, deals are quite common to at least get the person off the streets for a while. What this song does so well (to me) is convey the sense of "disconnectedness" that you can feel from the crime. You can talk about it dispassionately, lock the doors, and drive around.
I first paid attention to the lyrics of this song one day sitting on a patio at a bar with my friends, it was one of those days where you sat and hung out and drank for hours, and you hear the music start over again. It was post-Katrina, and post-evacuation, when the national guard were everywhere. It was the first time in my life (i'm 27) that I remember ever thinking it had been a while since I'd heard about a murder on the news or from a friend.
We had an incredible 5 or 6 months with a much diminished crime rate, but it is now sadly inching back up to normal.