I'm just a lonely white boy
Dead on the street
Zipped up inside a bodybag
Like a pile of raw meat
You couldn't hear my hollow cries
So weak and weary
I said I got a little problem here
But no-one seemed to hear me
Does it really matter?
Does anyone out here care?
Or did you just come here
To stand around and stare?
Another kid didn't make it
That's all the headline said
No-one ever stopped to ask him
What was going on inside his head
You didn't hear his hollow cries
Broken and so forlorn
He'd been saying "This is hell. Get me out of here"
Before he was even born
Does it really matter?
Does anyone out here care?
Or did you just come here
To stand around and stare?