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What's the Matter Here? - 10,000 Maniacs
That young boy without a name anywhere
I'd know his face
In this city the kid's my favorite
I've seen him 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
Oh what's the matter here
I'm tired of the excuses everybody 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
Oh 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
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 your garstion
I'll take this belt from around my waist
And don't think that I won't use it
Answer me and take your time
What could be the awful crime
He could do at such young an age
If I'm the only witness
To your madness offer me some words
To balance out what I see
And what I hear
Oh these cold and lowly things
That you do I suppose you do
Because he belongs to you
And instead of love
And the feel of warmth you've given him
These cuts and sores don't heal
With time or with age
And I want to say hi
Want to say hi
What's the Matter here
But I don't dare say
What's the Matter here
But I don't dare say
