I'll show you now those boys without cares
Swap all these pictures and talk during prayers
They grew up with wisdom they stole from those days
Nobody told them to put in, they must change
I'll show you something, come with me now
Step this way, step this way
Teachers laugh with them classily at start
After all, they weren't their kids, so why should they learn?
A boy's good looks held a rap battle all
And they were thumping and drumming the ceiling of the hall
Alcoholics, charmed molesters, novice wrecks of criminal honours
Joking lovers, office clerks, petty thieves, hard drunk pursuers
Lonely traps, all good business, anyone of these
One by one they flee from all craze

It's

It's
Chris
Chris
Alcoholics, job molesters
Nervous wrecks of criminal
Children, lovers, office clerks
Petty thieves, hard-drunk assures
Long traps, awkward movements
Anyone of these
Wargats that families lived at first
To my day
It was funny how it held for the lucky ones
But some of them couldn't
There had to be more
Music, I don't know, film
Something special perhaps
It's so hard to picture
Dirty tropes as young boys
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 want to smile while he's there
I'll show you
Something
I'll show you
Something
Stop this
Stop this
Nearby he's still crying
I want to smile while he's there