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