Gentle Man

What can I say but the
Cards are stacked against him
He’s not even 21
And already he’s a weapon
And what can we do
But just wait for his sad ending
If he plays his cards right he could
Get off while pretending
He’s not good enough to move me
He’s not good enough to move me
Gentle man
A gentle man
A gentle man
Who pours the coffee
He can try to get his soul free
But they’ll still come claim the body
He’s not good enough to move me
He’s not good enough to move me
What can we do
But just keep the baby separate
One will raise with love and fear
And the other will neglect it
And when she grows up
She will fear the people passing
And as he gets older
He will take them never asking
He’s not good enough to move me
He’s not good enough to move me
A gentle man
A gentle man
A gentle man
Who rots in prison
He can try to get his soul free
But he knows we’ll never listen
He’s not good enough to move me
He’s not good enough to move me
He’s not good enough to move me
He’s not good enough to move me