There's sense in arguing If it's not something you believe in Can't hope for knowledge, someones good advice Don't have much money to lay around and grieve in Better off just keep your mouth shut Come on boys, be nice You can't hurt me now I don't know how to cry But I'm still young I see the outstretched arms that beckon me But I can't come I hear the spoken words that make no sense Where I come from Keep everyone happy with county recreation Work fifty hours a week, take out frustrations on the field Put lots of churches on every other corner Hostile working conditions with much better yield You can't hurt me now I don't know how to cry But I'm still young I see the outstretched arms that beckon me But I can't come I hear the spoken words that make no sense Where I come from I feel the stinging truth The slaps me hard and makes me numb I eat the bitter fruit that grows on trees Where I come from