Weh Walk The Other Way
Stop playing children, you're in his sight. Don't make a
sound when he's around. You'd like to know him, the next
door grey old man. Remember what you mothers say: Walk
the other way. Your fathers hate him and your mothers
talk. Their eyes are fearful like his past. His hate is
endless and his touch is cold. Remember what your mothers
say: Walk the other way.
