Little Brutes

Little Brutes - The Hoosiers

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

I just stood there silent

Rooted to the spot

Marveling at 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 it's head into the sand

If I could only get up and

Stand for myself

I have to join the Little Brutes

Sadly I'm not bullet-proof