Meek boy, weak boy, frightened little lamb, boy.

Eat him up, beat him up, wham, bam, slam, boy

Wolfpack, lashback, put him in his place now

Little mite, first fight, fast went down

Bloodstains, mudstains, in his little limbs, pains

Choked up, broke up, hollow-heart and numb-brains

Toughen up, button up, chin held high, child

Knuckle down, shuffle round, wolves run wild

Months pass, maths class, picking on their victim

Gathered round, floorbound, punched him, kicked him

Can’t breathe, gotta leave, little lamb is broken

Never known, all alone, all unspoken

Walk home, stalk home, slinking through the old park

Red eyes, dead eyes, spying in the dark

A wolf, boy! Run, boy! But he stops dead, see

Stand his ground, this round, finally

Meek boy, weak boy, shed his little lamb’s wool

Strong boy, wrong boy has his little belly full

Dead wolf, bled wolf, wear a suit of wolf hide

One of them, one of them, on the outside

One of them, one of them, on the outside