Hurtsmile - The Murder Of Daniel Faulkner

On the ninth of december
Nineteen eight one
Nearly four in the morning
A nightmare begun
On thirteenth, and locust
A car was pulled over
Behind the whell
Was the killers brother
After calling for back up
The cop ordered the man
To get out of his light blue Volkswagen
Willian Cook obliged some words were exchanged
And without provocation
Willian struck him in the face
Cop hit him back tree fold
While trying to restrain
When running from across the street
Willian's brother came
He pulled out his gun a shot rang out
It all happened so fast
That cop never saw it coming
Wesley shot him in the back
In the back

The officer then turned around
Fired one shot in Wesley's chest
Before the cop hit the ground
Both men bodies bled
But Wesley wasn't finished
He was standing over at close range
Four more rounds he shot in down
One directly in his face
A bullet in the brain

The killer tried to walk way
He didn't get to far
He was slumped up against the curb
In front of his brothers car
Police arriving at the scene
Four eye witnesses observed
Yeah that's the man blood on his hands
And the cop he murdered