What's The Matter Here?
10,000 Maniacs

(Buck/Merchant)



     That young boy without a name I'd know his face.  In this city the

kid's my favorite.  I've seen him.  I see him every day.  Seen him run

outside looking for a place to hide from his father, the kid half naked and

said to myself "O, what's the matter here?"  I'm tired of the excuses

everbody uses, he's their kid I stay out of it, but who gave you the right

to do this?

     We live on Morgan Street; just ten feet between and his mother, I

never see her, but her screams and cussing, I hear them every day.  Threats

like: "If you don't mind I will beat on your behind," "Slap you, slap you

silly."  Made me say, "O, what's the matter here?"  I'm tired of the

excuses everybody uses, he's your kid, do as you see fit, but get this

through that I don't approve of what you did to you own flesh and blood.

     "If you don't sit in your chair straight I'll take this belt from

around my waist and don't think that I won't use it!"

     Answer me and take your time, what could be the awful crime he could

do at so young an age?  If I'm the only witness to your madness offer me

some words to balance out what I see and what I hear.  All these cold and

rude things that you do I suppose you do because he belongs to you and

instead of love, the feel of warmth you've given him these cuts and sores

won't heal with time or age.

     I want to say "What's the Matter here?"  But I don't dare say.

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