Patty Griffin - Cain Lyrics
One of the dead boys, he looked like OpieHe looked like Opie, one of the dead boys.Grandpa gave him a cup of cocoa andRubbed his head for luck like he always did.All you need is a coca-cola.Thats what it takes to get the job done.A bunch of boys sitting in the vanWith a bag of chips and a bloody canFather do you know your son?Father do you know his name?There were two now there is one.They told me that his name was Cain.Black boys in the dungeons picking out all the red onesThe small are getting smaller.Getting smaller every day.White boys in the dungeons picking out all the green ones,All they found beneath that black knit cap was a bad clich.All of the smart kids live in AsiaLord have mercy on us, euthanasiaIs there a heaven for the frustrated?The bored to death, the emasculatedFather do you know your son?Father do you know his name?There were two now there is one.They told me that his name was Cain.Father do you know your son?Father do you know his name?Father, Father, FatherCain, Cain, Cain.
