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A
That young boy without a name anywhere I'd know his face.
In this city the kid's my favorite.
D E A
I've seen him. I see him every day.
Seen him run outside looking for a place to hide from his father,
D E A
the kid half naked and said to myself 'O, what's the matter here?'
D E A D E A
I'm tired of the excuses everbody uses, he's their kid I stay out of it,
D E A D
but who gave you the right to do this?
A
We live on Morgan Street;
just ten feet between and his mother, I never see her,
D E A
but her screams and cussing, I hear them every day.
A
Threats like: 'If you don't mind I will beat on your behind,'
'Slap you, slap you silly.'
D E A
made me say, 'O, what's the matter here?'
D E A D E A
I'm tired of the excuses everybody uses, he's your kid, do as you see fit,
D E A D E
but get this through that I don't approve of what you did to you own flesh
A
and blood.
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D E A D E A
I'm tired of the excuses everybody uses, he's your kid, do as you see fit,
D E A D E
but get this through that I don't approve of what you did to you own flesh
A
and blood.
A D
'If you don't sit on this chair straight
I'll take this belt from around my waist and don't think that I won't use it!'
D E
Answer me and take your time,
A D E A
what could be the awful crime he could do at such young an age?
D E A D
If I'm the only witness to your madness offer me some words to balance out
E A
what I see and what I hear.
D E A D E
All these cold and rude things that you do I suppose you do because he
A
belongs to you
D E A
and instead of love, the feel of warmth you've given him these cuts and
D E A
sores won't heal with time or age.
D E A
I want to say, want to say 'What's the Matter here?'
D
But I don't dare say.
E A
'What's the Matter here?'
D E A
But I don't dare say. Say
*Listen to the song and use A7 E7 D7 Dsus2, it?s easy to figure out.
Written by Robert Buck/Natalie Merchant