If I didn't pray he'd loath and he'd bleed.
To no satisfaction was not his need.
And when he walks, stands tall as he can.
For he is a man, yeah he's a man.
And when he [bad word]  resolve to the ground.
Like burn pits of paper life flutters 'round.
All eyes turn away no one wants to see.
man who's lost in the fight to be free.

For we've been [bad word] for all of our lives.
No chancing, stop and we'd surely lose sight.

In the back of his mind is his smiling face.
The one who said you know, it's no race.
The one who said you got time to breat,
'cause child your born.
We're all born free, but the back of his mind is the back of a room.
So dusty and shrouded, but no dust broom.
Stands a chance to clear the cobwebs away.
So live in the back, in the dark it'll stay.

...and we've been [bad word] for all of our lives.
No chancing, stop and we'd we surely lose sight.

Tell me son,
what are you living me for.
Tell me boy,
what are you living for.
Tell me son,
what are you living me for.
Tell me tell me,
what are you living for.