There's
none nice to drink
When he gets home from school
Last night's dirty dishes are
still in the sink
Months passed out on the couch
With the shades drawn tight
The
TV up loud
He starts cleanin' up
In case you look around
Walks out the door
And then he goes downtown
And takes you
Out in the streets
Gettin' high with his friends
Where the last boys meet
And the beating begins, this is where it all ends,
who cares about those kids?
He never made his bed,
had to work so hard for everything he's ever had.
The girls never thought he was cool
The jocks made his life a living
hell in that old school
When he decided that he
had had enough
Walked in a pawn shop,
bought himself a gun
He took it out in the streets
He can hide with his friends
When the last boys meet
When the beating begins
This is where it all ends
Who cares about those kids?
Nobody wants to be alone
Everybody wants a safe and happy home
But that ain't what these kids got
Somebody help them, say children are not
Out in the streets
Gettin' high without their friends
Runnin' lost boys meet
Where the digging begins, yeah,
this is where they all end
Who cares about those kids?
Who cares about those kids?
Who cares about those kids?
Who cares about those kids?
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
oh, oh, oh, oh,
you