Em B They caught wind of the weak and tied him to a tree today. C B Paul's father says they're pests destined to just be strays. Em B They broke his little back with a little game they played. C B Boys will be boys, isn't that what grown ups say? C G I just stood there, silent, rooted to the spot. B Marveling at how brave I'm not. Em B Don't you see it's already too late for them. C B Where are men of action, can't they do something? Em B The sun was growing faint and slipping from God's hand. C B The day refused to wait and rushed to bury it's head into the sand. C G If I could only get up and stand for myself. B I have to join the Little Brutes, sadly I'm not bullet-proof.