Looking for a place to hide
You've given him these cuts and sores
But get this through that I don't approve of what you did
That don't heal with time or with age
I have heard the excuses, everybody uses
Offer me some words
I suppose you do because he belongs to you
And his mother, I've never see her
Publisher: CHRISTIAN BURIAL MUSIC
I will beat on your behind
He's your kid do as you see fit,
Seen him run outside
Anywhere I'd know his face
To balance out what I see and what I hear
That young boy without a name
To you own flesh and blood
And don't you think that I won't use it"
We live on Morgan Street, just ten feet between
I hear them every day
Threats like, "If you don't mind
Answer me and take your time
If I'm the only witness to your madness
But I don't dare say, "Hey, hey, what's the matter here?"
Want to say, "Hey, hey, what's the matter here?
I've seen him, I've seen him, I see him every day
And I want to say, "Hi"
"If you don't sit in your chair straight
To you own flesh and blood
And said to myself "Oh what's the matter here?"
In this city the kid's my favorite
Made me say, "Oh what's the matter here?"
Slap you, slap you silly"
All these cold and rude things that you do
He's their kid
Songwriters: Robert N Buck, Natalie Merchant
He's your kid do as you see fit
I'm tired of the excuses, everybody uses
But her screams and cussing
But get this through that I don't approve of what you did
I'll take this belt from around my waist
I'm tired of the excuses, everybody uses
What could be the awful crime
He could do at so young an age?
But I don't dare say, "Hey, hey"
From his father, the kid half naked
But who gave you the right to do this?
I stay out of it
And instead of love and the feel of warmth