Em B
They caught wind of the weak and tied him to a tree today.
C B
Paul's father says they're pests destined to just be strays.
Em B
They broke his little back with a little game they played.
C B
Boys will be boys, isn't that what grown ups say?
C G
I just stood there, silent, rooted to the spot.
B
Marveling at how brave I'm not.
Em B
Don't you see it's already too late for them.
C B
Where are men of action, can't they do something?
Em B
The sun was growing faint and slipping from God's hand.
C B
The day refused to wait and rushed to bury it's head into the sand.
C G
If I could only get up and stand for myself.
B
I have to join the Little Brutes, sadly I'm not bullet-proof.
