Protect & Serve - Stiff Little Fingers

Mama Papa It’s cold in here

I’m hurt and I’m bleeding and I’m really scared

I don’t wanna go back outside

Cause the bigboys are waiting and they’ll get me one more time

And if we can’t protect the weak

How can we call ourselves strong

Is the assurance that they seek

So beyond us all

Help me, someone, is anyone there?

This man asked directions and I said I’d help

Now I’m tied up and all alone

And I don’t think he ever plans to let me

Go back home

And if we can’t protect the young

How can we call ourselves grown

They place their trust in anyone

Only to lose it all

And when it happens we seem so surprised

Like we’ve not seen it all before

We wring our hands & cry

What do they do it for

What do they do it for

What do they do it for

Broken fingers & the phones too far

Can’t even think now why I opened the door

Robbed and battered I’ve lost all pride

There was only enough cash to see that I got by

And if we can’t protect the old

How can we call ourselves civilized?

And is the comfort they deserve

So difficult to provide?