I'll Show You

I'll show you them now, those boys without cares Who'd swapped dirty pictures and talked during prayers They grew up with wisdom they'd stored from 'Those days' Nobody told them to get in, they must change I'll show you something, come with me now Stop at this place, stop at this place The teachers laughed with them class idiot style After all they weren't their kids so why should they mind Boyish good looks held the wrath back a while And they were thumped in and drummed in and soon left behind Alcoholics, child molesters, nervous wrecks and prima donnas Jilted lovers, office clerks, petty thieves, hard drug pursuers Lonely tramps and awkward misfits, anyone of these Alcoholics, child molesters, nervous wrecks and prima donnas Jilted lovers, office clerks, petty thieves, hard drug pursuers Lonely tramps and awkward misfits, anyone of these Mortgaged up families looked at first too mundane But it's funny how with help all the lucky ones changed But some of them couldn't, there had to be more Music, I dunno, films, something special perhaps I'll show you something, come with me now Stop at this place, stop at this place, stop at this place It's so hard to picture dirty tramps as young boys But if you see a man crying, hold his hand, he's my friend If these words sound corny, switch it off, I don't care Nearby he's still crying, I won't smile while he's there I'll show you something, I'll show you something Stop at this place, stop at this place Nearby he's still crying, I won't smile while he's there