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