L.I.G.O. - See No Evil, Hear No Evil

Smoke stacks, slag heaps, brick house sinister-looking
Railways, dull streets - good stage for horror movie
Scenery gruesome-looking - yet that’s no horror movie

Old Marc Dutroux, unemployed electrician
Serial rapist, most hated man in Belgium
Unemployed electrician - most hated man in Belgium

Jailed for child rape and freed for good behavior
To strike again and kidnap helpless neighbors
Parolled for good behavior to kidnap helpless neighbors

Despite all tips police remained complacent
For many years while several girls went missing
Police remained complacent while several girls went missing

Two starved to death neglected and abandoned
Two raped and drugged and buried in the garden
Neglected and abandoned - buried ‘live in the garden

Two saved by cops and rescued from the dungeon
Scared and brainwashed and clinging to their torturer
Afraid to leave the dungeon - clinging to their torturer

Dungeon of death
Gruesome abyss
Dark masterpiece
Of craftsman’s skills, do-it-yourself skills

Grim prison cell
Of no return
Seven feet long
Three feet across and just five feet tall

Infamous room
Of agony,
And misery
And suffering of little girls and teens

Little girl’s name
Julie Lejeune
Scratched in crayon
On dungeon wall yellow cement wall

Girls could be saved if everything had been done
To track the case since day one all the way down
Not everything had been done to track the case all way down

It’s pedophilia that’s killed our daughters
Big shots involved, hence all the brakes on justice
They cover their asses, hence all the brakes on justice

Acting on informant’s tips and visiting the
House somewhere in rundown Charleroi suburb

Looking all around and checking everywhere
Even bothering to search the old basement

Hearing children screams yet leaving satisfied when
Being told these were kids playing somewhere upstairs

“Aaaaaaaah!” – “Who’s this?”
“Kids in the street”
“Who is this?”
“These are just kids playing in the street”

“Time to go, my job is done
It’s just kids, kids in the street - screaming in the street.

Yes, I’ve heard these silent screams
But I thought these were just kids - playing in the street”

Two Flemish teens
Raped many times
Buried alive
And left to die drugged and left to die

Two eight-year olds
Starving to death
Unattended,
And neglected until they were dead

Two survivors
Orally raped
And given sweets
To take away residual taste

Dungeon of death
And agony,
And misery
And suffering of little girls and teens

TV broadcasts - exciting and breath-taking
Like sports forecasts encouraged by bookmakers
Mass media breath-taking like gambling and bookmaking

Obscene details of extraordinary
Incompetence of the judiciary
Mess-up extraordinary of the judiciary

Eight years have passed before the mist has cleared
No faith, no trust just shame, disgust and fear
The mist has hardly cleared - there is just shame and fear

Eight painful years of public indignation
Ending up with high-level resignations
Outrage and indignation, high-level resignations

The trial is done, yet low are expectations
The fear stays on, and so do troubling questions
Still low are expectations with all these troubling questions

All want to know who are good guys and bad ones
Who’s friend, who’s foe, who’ll save and who’ll protect us?
Who are good guys and bad ones, who’ll save and who’ll protect us?