'll show you them now,
those boys without cares.
Who'd swapped dirty pictures and talked
during prayers.
They grew up with wisdom they'd stored
from those days
Nobody told them to get
in they must change.
I'll show you them now.
Come with me and
I'll show you them now.
The teachers laughed
with them class idiot style.
After all they weren't their kids
so why should they mind.
Boyish good looks held the wrath
back a while.
Then they were drummed in and thumped
in and soon left behind.
Alcoholics, child molesters, nervous
wrecks and prima donnas
Jilted lovers, office clerks, petty thieves,
hard drug pursuers.
Lonely tramps, awkward misfits, oh anyone
of
these.
Mortgaged up families looked
at first too mundane.
But it's funny how with help all
the lucky ones changed.
Some of them couldn't,
there had to be more.
Music, I dunno, films,
something special perhaps.
I'll show you them now,
come with me
And I'll show you them now.
It's so hard to picture dirty
tramps as young boys.
But if you see a man crying,
hold his hand, he's my friend.
If these words sound corny,
switch this off, I don't care.
Nearby he's still crying,
I
won't smile
while he's there.
Nearby he's still crying.
I won't smile while he's there.