One of the dead boys, he looked like Opie he looked like Opie, one of the dead boys Grandpa gave him a cup of cocoa and Rubbed his head for luck like he always did All you need is a coca-cola That's what it takes to get the job done A bunch of boys sitting in the van With a bag of chips and a bloody can
Father do you know your son Father do you know his name There were two now there is one They told me that his name was Cain
Black boys in the dungeons picking out all the red ones The small are getting smaller Getting smaller every day White boys in the dungeons picking out all the green ones All they found beneath that black knit cap was a bad cliche
Father do you know your son Father do you know his name There were two now there is one They told me that his name was Cain
All of the smart kids live in Asia Lord have mercy on us, euthanasia Is there a heaven for the frustrated The bored to death, the emasculated
Father do you know your son Father do you know his name There were two now there is one They told me that his name was CainTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.