Handouts in the Rain

And that could only lead to shame
You can make them all despise
You can hurt him only if he hollers
Where she might end up for her children
You’re on his land, you’re on his land
You can fill them full of lies
You can hurt her only if she cares
But we all know that’s old-fashioned
With all her heart, with all her heart
"Let me go, let me go"
You can hurt her only if she cries
Taking handouts in the rain
But we all know that’s all over

Teach your children stories

You can trample on your sister
You can bomb your foreign brother

But when they all find out, find out later

And send us shamefully to old age
Taking handouts in the rain
And that can only lead to blame
Taking handouts in the rain
And they call us by our rightful names
You can kill him until he never asks you why
You can hurt him until he dies
Where we might end up for our country
Where we might end up on the corner
One another, one another

Taking handouts in the rain
And it can only lead to pain
But we all know she’d be a mother
Taking handouts in the rain