I don't know what's happ'ning to people today
When a child, child, child, child, he was taken away
And there's time for the mother who cried
And she will hold him in her arms sometime
How could you hurt the child?
And you will hold him in your arms sometime
And there's time for the mother who cried
I should not have read the paper today
Now, does this make you satisfied
The picture show, picture show
There's a place for the baby that died
There's a place for the baby that died
There's a place for the baby that died
And she will hold him in her arms sometime
And there's time for the mother who cried
'Cause nine months is too long, too long, too long
'Cause a child, child, child, child he was taken away
Satisfied, satisfied?
'Cause nine months is too long, too long, too long
How, how could you hurt the child?
