Timothy (the day F. Murray fell)
A horrendous crime, the thirteenth sin,
No one had ever heard of them,
A friend and a man named Tim.
A Ryder truck that was rented then,
Filled with 2 tons of ammonium,
That April 19th, '95 a.m.
Timothy, Timothy, no one was watching you,
Timothy, Timothy, what the hell did you do.
F. Murray fell at 9:02,
That's when the Ryder rental blew.
No one knew exactly what, to do.
168 found dead,
19 children reporters said,
The heart of a nation, bled.
Timothy, Timothy, who was working with you?
Timothy, Timothy, God if we only knew.
As billions of lights shined down on them,
Oklahoma City's pride set in.
Despite the tragic end.
90 minutes later a cop stopped him.
A firearms charge leveled then,
They arrested the man named Tim.
Timothy, Timothy, all the world blames you.
Timothy, Timothy, my God what did you do.
It was 1997 when,
The jury selection would finally begin,
They then convicted, Tim.
They found a man Nichols conspired with him,
June 2001 was when,
They killed the man named Tim.
Timothy, Timothy, Satan's now looking at you.
Timothy, Timothy, your time was overdue.
There's nothing you could say,
You're not missed to this day,
Timothy, Timothy, McVeigh.
Copyright © September 2010
Kevin Mooney
kmm001
091210
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