Where have all the children gone?
How long must the search go on?
See them on the milk carton
Someone stole their only son
Abducted from their place of play
It seems to happen every day
Almost like it’s done for pay
But who to know and who’s to say?
Posted in the corner store
Two missing children, maybe more
Their age, their height, the clothes they wore
And just what the witness saw
Most of them are never found
Although a few will come around
In garbage or the river drowned
Sometimes six feet underground
Abduction
Sections
Boulevard Brutal 
Jesus que ça faisait longtemps que j’avais pas entendu ça. Toujours aussi bon.
Un classique. J’aurais bien aimé voir le groupe à Montréal cet été mais il semble que ce ne sera pas possible.