(Shearer)
You piece of shit
You sanctimonious hypocrite
So holier than thou
But the truth is out there now
How you used to play with little boys
As if they were your little toys
You were always acting beyond
reproach
To their parents you seemed the perfect coach
I thought you'd been such a good friend
But now I see it was all just a means to an end
Never thought of the word "grooming"
Until I read the papers; realised that's what you'd been doing
They're going to get you
Targeting kids that were disadvantaged
And taking them to your advantage
Friday afternoons take them to the pool
Now I realise that the motivation was purely sexual
I would say "There go I but for the grace of God"
Except you did all in the name of God
You've got some friends who've
stood by you
But do they really understand what you really do?
Maybe they couldn't believe the truth
And where, where was the proof?
How could you get away with it for so long?
The disgrace of being your victim is so strong
They're going to get you
Now you'll spend the rest of
your days in disgrace
I'm sure you've moved away to hide to your fucking face
Holier than thou
But all your victims coming out of the woodwork now
All those poor little boys not able to escape
Their parents' or guardians' trusting mistakes
They're going to get you
© 2008 Andrew Shearer.