What do you say to the child
Whose god is in the TV
And what do you say to the man
Who blames the world on TV
They don't even know how to sing my song
But they won't even try it with me
Who is standing over playing like the teacher
Harnessing the learned
Who try but can't leave her
I want to beg the liars
To lay down their sirens
That play like the angels
To my deep desire
Free my son
Let him walk right through the rain
Free my son
Make him waterboy
Free my son
There he stands down on the shore
Free my son
What do you say to the man