A boy that's so scared lying under the stairs 
begs for mercy from all of his tortuous days 
He put out a prayer lying under the stairs 
but I'm sorry to tell you it's over my friend 
Now that you stand in the calm of the landing 
a child at your feet nothing left in your soul 
what was the point that you could not go back 
when your foot hit his face, when your fist broke his back? 
Oh our lives in the slurry 
Mamma's here so don't worry 
Who was there when you walked out the door? 
Bloody bundle picked up from the floor 
It's ours 

Back from the country on business today 
a boy and a problem are buried away 
The things that some can 
oh the things that some can't 
Mother picks up his hair 
washed his blood off the lamp 

Oh our lives in the slurry 
Mamma's here so don't worry 
Who was there when you walked out the door? 
Bloody bundle picked up from the floor 
It's ours 

It's our time 

How can he show 
how he will grow 
You're not gonna know