There's sense in arguing 

That's something you believe in

Can't hope ??? someones good advice

Don't have much money to lay around and grieve in

Better off just keep your mouth shut

Come on boys be nice

You can't hurt me now

I don't know how to cry

But I'm still young



I see the outstretched arms that beckon me

But I can't come

I hear the spoken words that make no sense

Where I come from



Keep everyone happy with ??? recreation

??? take out frustrations on the field

??? churches on every other corner

???visions with much better yield

You can't hurt me now

I don't know how to cry

But I'm still young



I feel the stinging truth

The slaps me hard

And makes me numb

I eat the bitter fruit that grows on trees

Where I come from