They would seek high, they would seek low

calling their manchild as the trouble did flow

There's always somebody to watch over me

I'm never alone, I wish they'd leave me be



Never alone

I'm never alone...



I'm just a boy, not long for this world

I'm called Nelsito and I'm thirteen years old

for nearly two decades this vendetta has raged

There are no men -- I'm the last in the chain



Last in the chain

I'm manchild man



Marimba sing high, marimba sing low,

marimba sing high as the cemetery grows

All have been wept for husbands, brothers, grandsons,

grandfathers, nephews, cousins, uncles, fathers, and sons



I walk in boots too big for me

the women do cry as they watch over me

I work at the altar, I try to be good

but just like the others, I'll soon travel in wood



I try to be good

Manchild in wood

I wait for manhood

I'm the manchild.