Gentle Man

What can I say, but the cards are stacked against you

He's not even twenty-one, and already he's a weapon

And what can we do, but just wait for his sad ending

If he plays his cards right, he could get off while pretending

He's not good enough to move me

He's not good enough to move me

Gentle man, a gentle man

A gentle man who pours the coffee

He can try to get his soul free

But they'll still come claim the body

He's not good enough to move me

He's not good enough to move me

What can we do, but just keep the baby separate

One we'll raise with love and fear, and the other we'll neglect it

And when she grows up, she will fear the people passing

And as he gets older, he will take in, never asking

He's not good enough to move me

He's not good enough to move me

A gentle man, a gentle man

A gentle man who rots in prison

He can try to get his soul free

But he knows we'll never listen

He's not good enough to move me

He's not good enough to move me

He's not good enough to move me

He's not good enough to move me