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Mama Papa |
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It's cold in here |
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I'm hurt and |
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I'm bleeding and |
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I'm really scared |
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I don't wanna go back outside |
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Cause the bigboys are waiting and they'll get me one more time |
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And if we can't protect the weak |
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How can we call ourselves strong |
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Is the assurance that they seek |
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So beyond us all |
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Help me, someone, is anyone there? |
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This man asked directions and |
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I said I'd help |
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Now I'm tied up and all alone |
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And I don't think he ever plans to let me |
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Go back home |
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And if we can't protect the young |
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How can we call ourselves grown |
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They place their trust in anyone |
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Only to lose it all |
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And when it happens we seem so surprised |
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Like we've not seen it all before |
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We wring our hands & cry |
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What do they do it for |
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What do they do it for |
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What do they do it for |
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Broken fingers & the phones too far |
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Can't even think now why |
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I opened the door |
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Robbed and battered |
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I've lost all pride |
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There was only enough cash to see that |
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I got by And if we can't protect the old |
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How can we call ourselves civilized? |
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And is the comfort they deserve |
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So difficult to provide? |
