Lirieke: The Hoosiers. Little Brutes.

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
Boy 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 up for myself
I have to join the Little Brutes sadly i'm not bully-proof

(Merci a Surmont pour cettes paroles)