Give a boy a gun, give a boy a knife
Then you’d better run, he’ll surely take a life
Give a boy a Creed, give a boy a hate
He’ll make somebody bleed; he’ll seal somebody’s fate
But, give a boy a hope, give a boy a dream
And maybe he can cope when he needs to scream
Give a boy a chance, give a boy a hand
Help him take a stance on the shifting sand
Give a boy a tribe, give a boy a field
When he hears a jibe, tell him not to yield
Give a boy a street, give a boy a town
So it feels sweet to bring the others down
But, give a boy a hope, give a boy a dream
And maybe he can cope when he needs to scream
Give a boy a chance, give a boy a hand
Help him take a stance on the shifting sand
Give a boy a drum, give a boy a fife
Stand and watch him come to glory in the strife
Give a boy a tune, give a boy a song
He’ll be marching soon, it never takes him long
But give a boy a sword, give a boy a bomb
Give a boy a lord, a book to find him from
Tell him that it’s true, now your web is spun
All you have to do is give a boy a gun
Then you’d better run, he’ll surely take a life
Give a boy a Creed, give a boy a hate
He’ll make somebody bleed; he’ll seal somebody’s fate
But, give a boy a hope, give a boy a dream
And maybe he can cope when he needs to scream
Give a boy a chance, give a boy a hand
Help him take a stance on the shifting sand
Give a boy a tribe, give a boy a field
When he hears a jibe, tell him not to yield
Give a boy a street, give a boy a town
So it feels sweet to bring the others down
But, give a boy a hope, give a boy a dream
And maybe he can cope when he needs to scream
Give a boy a chance, give a boy a hand
Help him take a stance on the shifting sand
Give a boy a drum, give a boy a fife
Stand and watch him come to glory in the strife
Give a boy a tune, give a boy a song
He’ll be marching soon, it never takes him long
But give a boy a sword, give a boy a bomb
Give a boy a lord, a book to find him from
Tell him that it’s true, now your web is spun
All you have to do is give a boy a gun
Contributed by Bernart Bartleby - 2017/11/28 - 10:13
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Parole e musica di Harvey Andrews
nell’album intitolato “Encore”