Cain

Cain - Patty Griffin Lyrics

One of the dead boys, he looked like Opie
He looked like Opie, one of the dead boys.
Grandpa gave him a cup of cocoa and
Rubbed his head for luck like he always did.
All you need is a coca-cola.
That's what it takes to get the job done.
A bunch of boys sitting in the van
With 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 ones
The 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 Asia
Lord have mercy on us, euthanasia
Is 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, Father'
Cain, Cain, Cain'.