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Murder mummys boy
The legend of the mummys boy
Began in a room full of school janitorial supplies
The nerdy kid, the geek - the good guy
Lured inside by the pretty little twin sisters of his tormentors
His parents named him Pharaoh
The teens wrapped him in toilet roll
He looked like an Egyptian mummy they thought it was a joke
A teacher walked by
He started to cry
One boy covered his mouth
Another pinched his nose
The third squeezed his throat
They wanted him to keep quiet
The plan worked
He was silent.
The kids soon realised he was seriously hurt
They ran for the nurse
The child was dead
The school called the police in
Arrested them
Charged them
Sentenced them
Held them to be juveniles
The three kids were sent to a special establishment
Three years of first class education
They watched television
They played sports
They were bought video games
They had freinds
They met online girlfriends
Leaving as young men
When granted parole
A lucrative interview
A lucrative film deal
A lucrative book deal
People queue for autographs.
In the cupboard of a bookstore containing janitorial supplies
A determined woman wearing a disguise.
Their victims mother has a wig, sunglasses, fake tan and a gun wrapped in toilet roll
Suddenly she enters the room
Bang
Bang
Bang.
She shoots herself
Their book is called Pharaoh
her copy has a note inside
"The police may fail to protect you
The thugs may kill you
The courts may fail to avenge you
The papers may forget you
But your mother never will do."
Began in a room full of school janitorial supplies
The nerdy kid, the geek - the good guy
Lured inside by the pretty little twin sisters of his tormentors
His parents named him Pharaoh
The teens wrapped him in toilet roll
He looked like an Egyptian mummy they thought it was a joke
A teacher walked by
He started to cry
One boy covered his mouth
Another pinched his nose
The third squeezed his throat
They wanted him to keep quiet
The plan worked
He was silent.
The kids soon realised he was seriously hurt
They ran for the nurse
The child was dead
The school called the police in
Arrested them
Charged them
Sentenced them
Held them to be juveniles
The three kids were sent to a special establishment
Three years of first class education
They watched television
They played sports
They were bought video games
They had freinds
They met online girlfriends
Leaving as young men
When granted parole
A lucrative interview
A lucrative film deal
A lucrative book deal
People queue for autographs.
In the cupboard of a bookstore containing janitorial supplies
A determined woman wearing a disguise.
Their victims mother has a wig, sunglasses, fake tan and a gun wrapped in toilet roll
Suddenly she enters the room
Bang
Bang
Bang.
She shoots herself
Their book is called Pharaoh
her copy has a note inside
"The police may fail to protect you
The thugs may kill you
The courts may fail to avenge you
The papers may forget you
But your mother never will do."
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