A little boy he looks around him
what does he see today

Tattered shirts and dented lunchbox
More goddamned bread no Wonder
Picks his notebook off the table
What'll he write today

A tale of tyranny
And sunny ignorance
And what do you have to say
Will you pay

Will you pay, what'll you pay
This is a lottery, this means nothing to me
Cause I saw you running, saw you running
Wave before you disappear
You held your heart out, hard out
Wanted to give it, to give it all away

But not today

Copyright © 1997 Greg Huang