Little Brown Man
Little brown man,
little brown man,
why do you cry?
I cry because I work,
I work until I die.
Little brown man,
little brown man,
why do you toil?
I toil to be free,
free of this coil.
Little brown man,
little brown man,
who does bind you so?
Do you truley not know?
Follow the chain,
where does it go?
Little brown man,
little brown man,
it lies in my hand.
Oh big man, oh big man
If you hold the chain,
You hold the key.
Copyright Humberto Abreu 2004-2012 - All Rights Reserved
