Kid's Liberation Song

Bruce Phillips



Look what I found out here in the back yard

It's fuzzy and looks like it's going somewhere

When I open my hand up to ask you my question

You thump me and holler, "Don't bring that in here!"



Well I had a question I wanted to ask you

And I had some thoughts that I wanted to share

But you make me feel like I don't know nothing

And you make me wonder if you even care



I'm stuck down here in a world full of giants

You push me around like a dumb little kid

And sometimes you hit me just 'cause you want to

I don't even know what it was that I did



Oh mommy's out putting her hair up in curlers

And daddy's wrapped up in his football and beer

And maybe they think that I'm just a damn nuisance

But I sure as hell didn't ask to be here



Oh I ain't a broom that you hide in the closet

And I ain't a dog that you bribe with a treat

I'm tired of your threats and your punches and promises

And I'd run away, but I can't cross the street



Surrounded by teachers and creatures and parents

You say everybody knows better than me

But I know some things that you never thought of

And you'd be surprised at the stuff that I see



Oh I see the ants and I see the butterflies

I see the birds in the tops of the trees

And I got me a camera that doesn't miss nothing

And my friends are anything smaller than me



I've tried all I can to get your attention

I'll have to try some other thing, I suppose

When you tiptoe in to tuck in my covers

I think I'll sit up and bite off your nose



Now everyone's trying to get liberated

You've all got the notion you want to be free

Red folks and black folks and poor folks and women

Now all you damn grownups, stop pickin' on me!



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