Resurrection Band Album: Live Bootleg Track: Playground
Playground Lyrics
Go on kid get out of here You're just in my way I don't see you I don't hear you Nothing that you say I'm too busy living my life You just drag me down Here's a dollar, maybe two Now go find something else to do
I see them every day With holes all in their clothes Dirty faces, matted hair Snot runnig from their nose I wonder what they had to eat I wonder where they sleep Glue bags, porn, and suicide The devil sells you cheap
Litlle children in the streets All day, all day I wonder where thay play All day, all day
Behind the velvet curtains Kids act out what they've seen All caught up in TV shows And fashion magazines I wonder when they talk to dad I wonder what he'd say If he knew Jill was pregnant And little Jack was a gay
They say God lives in the sky Does he really care? Maybe he's got lots to do Don't want us in his hair But I can tell you firsthand He took me in his arms God don't beat his children Or leave them all alone
