Baby boy

the road is full of trucks
they look so big and hungry
but johnny likes to push on the hard way
he cuts the wind with his young face
it's fair for him, what can i say?

his self is full of toys and needles
his mother cries all night and day
the baby boy thinks he's the great
it's fair for him, what can i say?

before his powerful engine blow,
while life is easy
is there such a reason to think if it's okay
to be a horse running out of the lane,
to write in church walls "god is gay"?

well, baby boy, the life is a playground
that's why nobody cares 'bout what is coming from your mouth
you don't have to save the world
you just have to save some time and do something relevant

- hey, big boy, who do you think you are to point this finger to me?
words come out so easy, but what do you do at home, when nobody is seeing?