Lyric provided by www.seekalyric.com |
They caught wind of the weak and tied him to a tree today Paul's father says they're pests destine to just be strays They broke his little back with a little game they played Boys will be boys, isn't that what grown-ups say I just stood there, silent, rooted to the spot Marveling, how brave I'm not How brave I'm not Don't you see it's already too late for them Where are men of action, can't they do something The sun was growing faint and slipping from God's hand The day refused to wait and rushed to bury its head into the sand If I could only get up, stand up for myself I have to join the Little Brutes, sadly I'm not bulletproof |