Little Brutes The Hoosiers
They caught wind of th[Em]e weak and tied him to a tree today.[B]
Paul's[C] father says they're pests destined to[B] just be strays.
They br[Em]oke his little back with a little gam[B]e they played.
Boys wi[C]ll be boys, isn't that what grown up[B]s say?
I just s[C]tood there, silent, rooted[G] to the spot.
Marvelin[B]g at how brave I'm not.
Don't yo[Em]u see it's already too lat[B]e for them.
Where are m[C]en of action, can't the[B]y do something?
The sun w[Em]as growing faint and slipp[B]ing from God's hand.
The day [C]refused to wait and rushed [B]to bury it's head into the sand.
If I could [C]only get up and stand [G]for myself.
I have to join the L[B]ittle Brutes, sadly I'm not bullet-proof.
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