10,000 Maniacs - What`s The Matter Here
That young boy without a name I`d know his face. Inthis city the kid`s my favorite. I`ve seen him. I see him everyday. Seen him run outside looking for a place to hide from hisfather, the kid half naked and said to myself "O, what`s thematter here?" I`m tired of the excuses everbody uses, he`s theirkid I stay out of it, but who gave you the right to do this?We live on Morgan Street; just ten feet between and hismother, I never see her, but her screams and cussing, I hear themevery day. Threats like: "If you don`t mind I will beat on yourbehind,""Slap you, slap you silly." made me say, "O, what`s thematter here?" I`m tired of the excuses everybody uses, he`s yourkid, do as you see fit, but get this through that I don`t approveof what you did to you own flesh and blood."If you don`t sit on this chair straight I`ll take thisbelt from around my waist and don`t think that I won`t use it!"Answer me and take your time, what could be the awfulcrime he could do at such young an age? If I`m the only witnessto your madness offer me some words to balance out what I see andwhat I hear. All these cold and rude things that you do I supposeyou do because he belongs to you and instead of love, the feel ofwarmth you`ve given him these cuts and sores won`t heal with time orage.I want to say "What`s the Matter here?" But I don`t dare say.
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