Lost Boy

A little boy it's sunday mass
and little boys get bored
during pray idle hands neatly tear
Jove right from the bible

Preacher see's and he strikes him
but the boy strikes him back
'cause he thinks fair is fair

They box his ears
still he hears
some lady swear

That's a lost boy
that's a lost boy
oh if he were mine
oh if he were mine oh oh

His mother heard what the lady said
but she just shook her head

Then as the boy grew older
he never quite grew up
needed more so he screwed the house maid
caught ashore away with a sailor

Carted home almost nightly
till he's brought into court
and charged for all he had done

The judge asked him why
and the boy just said
I thought it sounded like fun

And the judge cried lost boy
your a lost boy
thank god you're not mine
thank god you're not mine oh oh

His father heard his sentence pass
and man he ran so fast
but doesn't every person deserve a second chance

Take this boy
free and changed now
sick with joy
to return to his family

But there's some new kid
in his window
his father holding him tight
he never held me before

Just couldn't stay
ran away
and how he swore

Go get lost boy
go get lost boy
these people aren't mine
this family isn't mine
and that's fine
it's divine

My parents wish the didn't have me
you parents are just a mess
and so why anybody cares for theirs
is anybody's guess