Say, Dad, when is he coming
The stone seller
I'd like some in my shoes
Instead of toys
With my friends in class
We don't understand everything
Why some big slobs
Hurt everywhere

Why the children of Belfast
And of all the ghettos
When they throw a stone
We skin them
I thought David and Goliath
Still worked
That the smallest could fight
Without being the most dead

Say, Dad, when is he coming
The freedom seller
He forgot a lot
While making his rounds
Why do kids starve
While we choke
In front of our TVs like idiots
Under tons of food

Say, Dad, when is he coming
The tenderness seller
If he's on the opposite sidewalk
Tell him to cross
I can give him a little
For those who need it
I've received so much, my old man
That I want to give a lot

I want to share my McDonald's
With those who are hungry
I want to give warm love
To those who have nothing left
Is that being a communist
Or being a true Christian
I don't care about all these words
I want to be a real human

Say, Dad, all these speeches
Hurt my ears
Even those full of love
It's all the same
It makes holes in my head
It pollutes my life and everything
It makes me see on my planet
Intifadas everywhere

Say, Dad, when is he coming
The stone seller
I'd like some in my shoes
Instead of toys
But maybe on your guitar
I'll throw some too
If you use me, coward
To sing your nonsense
But maybe on your guitar
I'll throw some too
If you use me, coward
To sing your nonsense

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