I'll Show You

I'll show you them now, those boys without cares

Who'd swapped dirty pictures and talked during prayers

They grew up with wisdom they'd stored from 'Those days'

Nobody told them to get in, they must change

I'll show you something, come with me now

Stop at this place, stop at this place

The teachers laughed with them class idiot style

After all they weren't their kids so why should they mind

Boyish good looks held the wrath back a while

And they were thumped in and drummed in and soon left behind

Alcoholics, child molesters, nervous wrecks and prima donnas

Jilted lovers, office clerks, petty thieves, hard drug pursuers

Lonely tramps and awkward misfits, anyone of these

Alcoholics, child molesters, nervous wrecks and prima donnas

Jilted lovers, office clerks, petty thieves, hard drug pursuers

Lonely tramps and awkward misfits, anyone of these

Mortgaged up families looked at first too mundane

But it's funny how with help all the lucky ones changed

But some of them couldn't, there had to be more

Music, I dunno, films, something special perhaps

I'll show you something, come with me now

Stop at this place, stop at this place, stop at this place

It's so hard to picture dirty tramps as young boys

But if you see a man crying, hold his hand, he's my friend

If these words sound corny, switch it off, I don't care

Nearby he's still crying, I won't smile while he's there

I'll show you something, I'll show you something

Stop at this place, stop at this place

Nearby he's still crying, I won't smile while he's there