10000 Maniacs
What's The Matter Here lyrics
Songwriters: Buck, Robert N; Merchant, Natalie
That young boy without a name. Anywhere I'd know his face.
In this city the kid's my favorite to see I've seen him, I see him every day.
Seen him run outside looking for a place to hide from his father, the kid half naked
And said to myself "O, what's the matter here?"
I'm tired of the excuses everybody uses,
He's their kid I stay out of it,
But who gave you the right to do this?
We live on Morgan Street; just ten feet between
And his mother, I never see her
But her screams and cussing, I hear them every day.
Threats like: "If you don't mind I will beat on your behind," "Slap you, slap you silly."
Made me say, "O, what's the matter here?"
I'm tired of the excuses everybody uses,
He's your kid, do as you see fit,
But get this through that I don't approve of what you did to your own flesh and blood.
I'm have heard the excuses everybody uses,
He's your kid, do as you see fit,
But get this through that I don't approve of what you did to your own flesh and blood.
"If you don't sit in your chair straight I'll take this belt from around my waist and don't think that I won't use it!"
Answer me and take your time, what could be the awful crime he could do at so young an age?
If I'm the only witness to your madness offer me some words to balance out what I see and what I hear.
All these cold and rude things that you do I suppose you do because he belongs to you
And instead of love and the feel of warmth you've given him these cuts and sores that don't heal with time or with age.
And I want to say, hey, want to say hey hey "What's the Matter here?"
But I don't dare say hey hey. "What's the Matter here?"
But I don't dare say hey hey.
What's The Matter Here lyrics © Christian Burial Music
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