cocorosie // south 2nd
somebody’s baby boy ain’t coming home tonight
we don’t need no baseball bats
we don’t need no silver ghats
but we’re going to fight tonight
put up your dukes and fight
big brother’s just standing by the side
watching you flex your pride
but you know if they all jump in
big brother’s got your skin
the ice cream truck sings no more
all the kids from school are keeping score
you swing and you duck and you hit the floor
but you’ve got to get up at least once moremama comes screaming down the stairs
everybody looks but nobody’s scared
mama can’t believe that nobody cares
it’s her baby boy how do they dare
mama says bitch come over here
if you’re so tough then have no fear
but why’d you bring all your friends and the whole damn school
to watch my baby boy go down like a fool
but brother says mama they’re the same damn size
you’ve gotta let him grow up and get street wise
but mama says baby go get that bat
and come back down and beat some asssomebody’s baby boy ain’t coming home tonight
one wrong move and it’ll be too late
mama won’t be making a birthday cakeit all went down one afternoon
in brooklyn
