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    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 can

    Father 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 cliché.

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    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 emasculated

    Father 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….

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    Composición: Patty Griffin

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