From the recording The Shearing

Lyrics

Born in a big family 
Heavy 
Sometimes one goes missing but 
Let them children play 
Too bad for the oldest or the smart one 
Search the neighborhood for hours 
And eventually find your lil brother downtown 
Cortège of clowns 
Broken authority figures 
Spend more time with the guy from the corner than with your parents
Absent 
Survival mode activated 
No time, no brains, no arms left 
 
But let them children play 
Let them children play 
They didn’t ask for it 
 
Grow up in the streets 
The 50’s  
Virtual paradise, no cars 
Forget about your mother tongue 
Rulers hit if you don’t stay still 
No discussion 
No expressing emotions 
Who’s the baddest 
Who’s the wildest 
That’s what only really matters 
Discover sexuality alone 
Toxic masculinity a law 
Fight in the fields after school 
 
Traumas get passed on and on 
Well...I didn’t ask for it