Little boys, they break my heart
Little boys, they break their arms
They get dirt on the seats of pants
And the palms of their hands
Young men, you break my heart
Young men, you wreck your cars
And you used your feet
And you used your hands
How did it feel, young man
When you chipped your tooth
On the fist of the brute?
Ready your guns, young man
Pluck out his tongue with your hand
Oh fathers, they break my heart
Rocking their daughters, opening jars
Then they go away and the house comes down
By the window pane, watching you leave town
Oh brother, it broke my heart
Oh brother, it broke apart
And all my blood came pouring out
Like a flood after the drought
And now I wade in a shallow sea
Our blood up to my knees
Cause you chipped your tooth
On the fist of the brute
Ready your guns, young man
Pluck out my tongue with your hand
Make me a son, young man
Pluck out the on with your hand
Ready your guns, young man
Pluck out my tongue with your hand
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