Where is your little son lost, John
Tears, John
Tears, John [bad word] in the rain 
With his overalls torn
With one shoe off
One shoe on
Tears, John
Tears, John
And where will your little son sleep, John
Under the smoke stacks
Under the heap
Under the tent where the canopy leaks
Tears, John
Tears, John
You're drowning in the grief
Of Jupiter's water
Let me open my teeth
And cradle you there
There's a bed for the boy
And rope for the father
Both orphaned by Heaven 
Where no child is spared
To who will your little son pray, John
Dark are the strangers 
That sleep on the train
There's blood on their cots
And bones on their plates
Tears, John
Tears, John
Who, then, will tend to the sheep, John
My treads in the place 
Where the vicious gods preach
Where [bad word] in sharp 
And on wolves in white fleece
Tears, John
Tears, John
Tears, John
Tears, John
You're drowning in the grief
Of Jupiter's water
Let me open my teeth
And cradle you there
There's a bed for the boy
And rope for the father
Both orphaned by Heaven 
Where no child is spared
Swing from my limb
Render your tears
The more that you shed
The deeper it is
Two little hands
Push the chair from your feet
Drown in your beautiful grief