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?