Has someone seen my son
He was wearing his best suit
As he left the house this morning
On his first day back to school
He was happy to go seeing his classmates back again
Now I just heard a story I’m afraid of to believe
This is just a small town
That’s got none to do with evil
They called me up at work, early this afternoon
I don’t know anything ‘bout politics
I owe you nothing
What’s the point of this
If there is a reason, I’m sure you’re gonna tell
Well, you say your aim is holy
And it’s making the means well
Come on then, if this is how you’re aiming
Picking on the ones that are too small to defend
Can’t you take it like a man
Cause I’m not leaving ‘till you’re leaving
Now they’re reading out the names that’s become an endless list
And the smell is getting worse
And still the other halve is missed
And the camera’s are rolling so it’s for the world to see
We’re gonna dig this hole for two and another one for three
And all the doors are left wide-open so the wining’s on the streets
And it’s gonna take some time before it’s quiet in the streets
I don’t know anything ‘bout politics
I owe you nothing
What’s the point of this
If there is a reason that I’m sure you’re gonna tell
Well, you say your aim is holy
And it’s making the means well
Come on then, if this is how you’re aiming
Picking on the ones that are too small to defend
Can’t you take it like a man
Cause I’m not leaving until you’re leaving
credits
from Swelter EP,
released January 15, 2006
Written by B. Drost
All rights reserved (C) 2005
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