Em                                    B
They caught wind of the weak and tied him to a tree today.
      C                                     B
Paul's father says they're pests destined to just be strays.
       Em                                   B
They broke his little back with a little game they played.
       C                                   B
Boys will be boys, isn't that what grown ups say?

        C                         G
I just stood there, silent, rooted to the spot.
        B
Marveling at how brave I'm not.

        Em                        B
Don't you see it's already too late for them.
           C                      B
Where are men of action, can't they do something?
         Em                        B
The sun was growing faint and slipping from God's hand.
        C                          B
The day refused to wait and rushed to bury it's head into the sand.

           C                     G
If I could only get up and stand for myself.
                    B
I have to join the Little Brutes, sadly I'm not bullet-proof.