The preacher tries to sing his song
From the pulpit on a Sunday morn
But you're not listening to what he says
Goes in by the one ear out of your head
He's saying listen
Just listen to me
He's saying listen
Oh, listen
There's a kid in the street with a hat in his hand
Asking for alms and holds out palms
You turn and look the other way
Thinking not my kid, you're not my problem
He's just saying listen
Just listen to me
Oh, Mister just listen
Won't you just listen, listen to me
There this girl I know she's really fair
But her inside is rotten with despair
The hurt and the sorrow is haunting her
So she cuts herself when no one's there
She's screaming listen
Just listen to me
Oh Daddy just listen to me
Won't you just listen, listen to me
Ohhh