PETER
A LITTLE BOY.  IT'S SUNDAY—
Mass—
AND LITTLE BOYS GET BORED.
DURING PRAYER,
IDLE HANDS
NEATLY TEAR
JOB OUT OF THE BIBLE.
PREACHER SEES,
AND HE STRIKES HIM,
BUT THE BOY STRIKES HIM BACK;
'CAUSE HE THINKS FAIR IS FAIR.
THEY BOX HIS EARS,
STILL HE HEARS
SOME LADY SWEAR:

"THAT'S A LOST BOY.
THAT'S A LOST BOY.
OH, IF HE WERE MINE…
OH, IF HE WERE MINE…"
OH,
HIS MOTHER HEARD WHAT THE LADY SAID,
BUT SHE JUST SHOOK HER HEAD.

AND AS THE BOY GREW OLDER,
HE NEVER QUITE GREW UP.
NEEDED MORE,
SO HE SCREWED THE HOUSEMAID.
CAUGHT ASHORE
AWEIGH WITH A SAILOR.
CARTED HOME
ALMOST NIGHTLY,
TILL HE'S BROUGHT INTO COURT
AND CHARGED FOR ALL HE HAD DONE.
THE JUDGE ASKED HIM "WHY?"
AND THE BOY JUST SAID "I
THOUGHT IT SOUNDED LIKE FUN?"
AND THE JUDGE CRIED:

"LOST BOY.
YOU'RE A LOST BOY.
THANK GOD YOU'RE NOT MINE.
THANK GOD YOU'RE NOT MINE."
OH,
HIS FATHER HEARD HIS SENTENCE PAST
AND MAN, HE RAN SO FAST.

BUT DOESN'T EVERY PERSON
DESERVE A SECOND CHANCE?
TAKE THIS BOY:
FREE AND CHANGED NOW,
SICK WITH JOY
TO RETURN TO HIS FAMILY—
    (Beat)
BUT THERE'S SOME NEW KID
IN HIS WINDOW.
HIS FATHER HOLDING HIM TIGHT…

HE NEVER HELD ME BEFORE.
JUST COULDN'T STAY
RAN AWAY
AND HOW HE SWORE:

"JUST GET LOST, BOY.
JUST GET LOST BOY.
THESE PEOPLE AREN'T MINE!
THIS FAMILY ISN'T MINE!
AND FINE.

NO BETTER; IT'S DIVINE.

MY PARENTS WISHED THEY'D NEVER HAD ME.
YOURS LEFT YOU WITH THEIR MESS.
WHY ANYBODY CARES FOR THEIRS,
IT'S ANYBODY'S GUESS.