This Lyric is: #091

'Children of the Sufferers" by Teague Alexy
copyright 2000

Poor man there you stand
Don't worry I will lend you my hand
When you stop singing your sad lullabies
And piling on the weight that is holding you down and expecting me to sympathize
But I have heard my mama's cries like you've heard your mama's cries
We've been down the same road just different avenues
So poor man don't stand there telling me you are so poor that you can't afford to pay your dues

We all are the children of the sufferers
Who will our children be

I know that the bigger you buy your shovel, the deeper you dig your hole
The more expensive you buy your diamond ring the cheaper you sell your soul
So don't stand there telling me it's all about the silver and gold
I know you have heard your mama cry like I have heard my mama cry and here we all are beneath the sun
So rich man don't you walk around with your head so high you can't look down and remember where it was you started from

We all are the children of the sufferers
Who will our children be


[This message has been edited by Brian Austin Whitney (edited 08-31-2002).]