Suffer The Little Children Songtext

Late in the afternoon
The children all come home
They mind their manners well
Their little lives are all laid out
Mama, she don't seem to care
If she may break their hearts
She clips their wings off, they never learn to fly
Ah, poor Mama needs a source of pride
A doctor son she'll have
No matter what the cost
To manhood or to soul, oh

Sunshine down brightly shine
Down on all the land
Shine down on the newborn lamb
The butcher's knife is in his hand
Mama, she keeps them unprepared
To meet the enemy, so calming unto all
Teach them that evil dwells
Across the sea or lives in a mountain Like they see on TV

It's down in the heart of town
The Devil dresses up
He keeps his nails clean
What, did you think he was a boogeyman?
Poor Mama stuck in sagging dreams
She'll sell a son or two
Into some slavery that's lucrative and fine
Just teach them not to criticize
Say yes to bosses, impress the clients
Have teachers of the world
Teach them to fake it well, oh

School bell go ding, dong, ding
The children all line up
They do what they are told
Take a little drink from the liar's cup