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Текст и слова песни 10000 Maniacs – What's The Matter Here

That young boy without a name I'd know his face. In
This city the kid's my favorite. I've seen him. I see him every
Day. Seen him run outside looking for a place to hide from his
Father, the kid half naked and said to myself "O, what's the
Matter here?" I'm tired of the excuses everbody uses, he's their
Kid I stay out of it, but who gave you the right to do this?
We live on Morgan Street; just ten feet between and his
Mother, I never see her, but her screams and cussing, I hear them
Every day. Threats like: "If you don't mind I will beat on your
Behind,""Slap you, slap you silly." made me say, "O, what's the
Matter here?" I'm tired of the excuses everybody uses, he's your
Kid, do as you see fit, but get this through that I don't approve
Of what you did to you own flesh and blood.
"If you don't sit on this chair straight I'll take this
Belt from around my waist and don't think that I won't use it!"

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