The Hoosiers Little Brutes

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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, 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 its head into the sand

If I could only get up, stand up for myself
I have to join the little brutes
Sadly I’m not bullet-proof