Текст: Skyclad. A Dog In The Manger.

Two a.m., a southbound junction, innocence takes flight
Common sense has lost all function, stranded in the night
The albatross has flown the nest, he's breaking family ties
He recalls his mother weeping with her hands held to her eyes
His alcoholic father was too drunk to know or care
That the rod not spared had spoiled this child, his only son and heir

The city lights have pulled him southward, magnets in his mind
Where the streets are paved with gold and lady luck is kind

The boy only wants some attention, he's wasting our time
He'll never survive on his own, for he's no son of mine

There's thousands more just like him, seeking love they've never found
No hearth and home to call his own, our fox has run to ground
His father taught him right from wrong and beat him black and blue
Caressed the boy with his clenched fist, the only way he knew

He never went to school that much 'cause he could not disguise
The weals and bruises on his legs, the rings around his eyes

He only needed a family to help him to shine
All he has is a ticket to ride on the poverty line

He stirs from his gin and Temazapam coma
To find while he slept someone has done him over
His things are all missing or strewn 'cross the floor
And he can't quite recall the events of the evening before

As cars race by, our young prince waits, behind his cardboard shield
An Oxfam crown upon his head, his thumb a sword to wield
A shoddy clad knight of the road, the quest is underway
Drawn by glowing street lights in the night, and smoke by day

The city lights have pulled him southward, magnets in his mind
Where the streets are paved with gold and lady luck is kind

The boy only wants some attention, he's wasting our time
He only needed a family to help him to shine

He'll never survive on his own, for he's no son of mine
All he has is a ticket to ride on the poverty line