"Face Down"
lyric by Joe Falardeau

Meet little brother in his Sunday car.
He looks for the girls who can't run that far.
Snatched from her yard, leaving them no trace,
when the sun comes up they're gonna find her face
Gonna find her face down.

Meet little brother in a parking lot,
where the skateboards roll and some guys been shot.
Boys hold knives and the girls spray mace,
when the shit goes down they're gonna find him face,
Gonna find him face down.

Meet Little brother in a shopping mall,
by an old phone booth he's gonna show them all.
With his plastique bomb in his black briefcase,
says in one minute they're gonna find them all face,
Gonna find them all face down.