The walls of home won’t let me stay,
the children of men will come out to play;
but there’s nowhere to run and nowhere to hide,
so the only escape is to stay inside.
To deny us the right to our Tarmac Towns,
These pint-sized sadists make us feel like clowns;
yet I won’t give in to this hate anymore,
I won’t let them terrify me as I walk out my door.
Mother won’t listen; Father won’t care,
most of the family won’t even stare
at these cuts and bruises; but forget sticks and stones,
punches and kicks are what break my bones.