Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Suffer the Children, artist - Hub City Stompers. Album song Blood, Sweat and Years, in the genre Ска
Date of issue: 21.11.2019
Record label: Altercation
Song language: English
Suffer the Children |
He was their precious. |
He was their prodigal son. |
He grew up hearing «You're such a fortunate one. |
No need to think or wonder what you’re all about. |
Your mommy and your daddy have it all planned out.» |
Then came the one day when he was conscious and grown, |
He came to realize he had no life of his own, |
And when he dared to try to walk down his own road |
What he thought was home, he saw it all explode. |
(So where’d he go?) |
Every time they run from you there’s someone else they’re running to? |
Where they running to? |
Rattle your saber and watch them flee. |
Smother them with your hypocrisy. |
Rattle their cages til they break free. |
Suffer your children come unto me. |
She was his princess. |
She was his one shining light. |
He was her hero. |
Daddy had everything right. |
The fairest of the fair, so cultured and refined, |
til she brought home a young man of «another kind». |
He wouldn’t have it. |
«Abomination», he said. |
She said «I love him!». |
He said «I'd rather be dead!» |
And as she turned away in burning tears said he: |
«No dirty nigger lover could have come from me!» |
She was their angel. |
She was their number one love. |
A gift from Jesus, sent down from heaven above. |
Sent off to Catholic school and always earned straight A’s, |
And by the will of God not set in sinful ways. |
Then came the day she came home with something inside. |
The gates of vengeance unlocked and flew open wide, |
And running from their anger she could hear them yell: |
«You filthy, little whore! |
You both will burn in hell!» |
Rattle your saber and watch them flee. |
Smother them with your hypocrisy. |
Rattle their cages til they break free. |
Suffer your children come unto me. |
Suppress their nature until they see. |
That you’ve become the real enemy. |
Pass down your rage at what they can’t be. |
Suffer your children come unto me. |