The captain was scathing
He\'s only a bum
As he lay on the slab
Some mother\'s son
They ran as a pack
With their knives and their gun
Looking for fodder
Or some mother\'s son
Hungry and homeless
Stinking of rum
Walk past him quickly
He\'s some mother\'s son
The news tells the story
They took her in turns
We should hang all the rapists
But they\'re still mother\'s sons
The pain that they carry
One\'s worse than the other
They don\'t deserve pity
But think of the mother