They tortured him into admitting he is a kiddie fiddler apparently, pour hot fucking plastic/rubber on me and I will tell you anything you want to hear too.
Admissions of guilt under torture aren't very reliable.
For some strange reason listening to that music reminds of going to a local mexican restaurant...now I have a hankering for some nice spicy, sizzling fajitas.
key word is "if"... in case you didn't notice. and it would take a lot of proof to make me remove that "if' to agree on their judgement. your irony needs more iron to stand up.