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# Debut Chart
80 Sep '88 Hot 100
9 Sep '88 Modern Rock

Lyrics

Oh, oh, oh, yeah, yeah That young boy without a name Anywhere, I'd know his face In this city, the kid's my favorite I've seen him, I've seen him I see him every day Seen him run outside looking for A place to hide from his father The kid half naked and I said to myself Oh, what's the matter here


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I'm tired of the excuses everybody uses He's their kid, I stay out of it But who gave you the right to do this We live on Morgan Street Just ten feet between And his mother, I never see her But her screams and cussing I hear them every day Threats like, if you don't mind I will beat on your behind Slap you, slap you silly Made me say, hey, hey, oh What's the matter here I'm tired of the excuses everybody uses He's your kid, do as you see fit But get this through that I Don't approve of what you did To your own flesh and blood I have heard the Excuses everybody uses He's your kid, do as you see fit But get this through that I Don't approve of what you did To your own flesh and blood If you don't sit in your chair straight I'll take this belt from around my waist And don't think that I won't use it Answer me and take your time What could be the awful crime He could do at so young an age If I'm the only witness to your madness Offer me some words to balance out What I see and what I hear All these cold and Wrong things that you do I suppose you do Because he belongs to you And instead of love And the feel of warmth You've given him these cuts and sores That don't heal with time or age And I want to say, want to say What's the matter here But I don't dare say What's the matter here But I don't dare say, hey ay

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