Harvey Andrews Headlines Lyrics

There's a boy on some street corner
With a bullet in his brain
There's a finger on a trigger
There' a race that's gone insane
There's a woman lying bleeding
In the cold and lonely rain
And there's a son I have to raise to be a man

There's a black and bruising headline
On a paper seller's stand
There's a red and dripping hammer
In a coarse and callous hand
There's a dog alive and burning
There's a child that's in command
And there's a son I have to raise to be a man

So won't you try to give us something good today?
Our minds are shrinking in and closing down
If you throw us in the sea of our despair today Then the only chance of peace will be to drown

There's a lust for pain and horror
There's a death machine that purrs
There's a road of screaming terror
And I've walked that road for years
And once I walked it smiling
Now, I'm crawling it in tears
And there's a son I have to raise to be a man
Black September, Black October
Black November mark the time
And each day is one of mourning
For the victims of the crime
And a happy song is playing
But the voice can only mime
And there's a son I have to raise to be a man
There's a son I have to raise to be a man
There are sons we have to raise to be a man