Hoosiers Little Brutes Lyrics

They caught wind of the weak and tied him to a tree
today.
Paul's father says they're pests destined to just be
strays.
They broke his little back with a little game they
played.
Boys will be boys, isn't that what grown ups say?

I just stood there, silent, rooted to the spot.
Marveling at how brave I'm not.

Don't you see it's already too late for them. Where are men of action, can't they do something?
The sun was growing faint and slipping from God's hand.
The day refused to wait and rushed to bury it's head into
the sand.

If I could only get up and stand for myself.
I have to join the Little Brutes, sadly I'm not bullet-
proof.