Cain - Patty Griffin

One of the dead boys, he looked like Opie

he looked like Opie, one of the dead boys

Grandpa gave him a cup of cocoa and

Rubbed his head for luck like he always did

All you need is a coca-cola

That’s what it takes to get the job done

A bunch of boys sitting in the van

With a bag of chips and a bloody can

Father do you know your son

Father do you know his name

There were two now there is one

They told me that his name was Cain

Black boys in the dungeons picking out all the red ones

The small are getting smaller

Getting smaller every day

White boys in the dungeons picking out all the green ones

All they found beneath that black knit cap was a bad cliche

Father do you know your son

Father do you know his name

There were two now there is one

They told me that his name was Cain

All of the smart kids live in Asia

Lord have mercy on us, euthanasia

Is there a heaven for the frustrated

The bored to death, the emasculated

Father do you know your son

Father do you know his name

There were two now there is one

They told me that his name was Cain