Townsmen

Have you yet found the body?

I fear it is too late,

The villagers have made up their singular mind and the verdict is hate,

The implications are grand,

Quick, the musicians are coming, they will see,

Find some more music for the band,

Will the prisoners escape?

I think they've reached to town,

Can we protect the debate?

Is this what they've found?

I don't know, but I think we're all hell bound,