What do you say to the child
Whose god is in TV?
And what do you say to the man
Who blames the world on TV?

They don't even know how to sing my song
But they won't even try it
With me, with me, with me, yeah

Who is standing over playing like the teacher
Harnessing the learned, try but can't leave her
I want to beg the liars to lay down their sirens
That play like the angels to my deep desire

Free my son, let him walk right through the rain
Free my son, make him Waterboy
Free my son, there he stands down on the shore
Free my son

What do you say to the man who treats her like a mother?
And what do you say to the man who treats him like a father?
Come and see my heart, come inside and learn
Come and see my soul, it's like yours
I say it's just like yours

Who is making over, idolizing Princes
Banishing the dreamers with barbed-wire fences
And telling all the children who run to her feet
That they have no vision and love's all diseased

Free my son, let him walk right through the rain
Free my son, make him Waterboy
Free my son, there he stands down on the shore
Free my son, yeah

Free my son, let him walk right through the rain
Free my son, make him Waterboy
Free my son, there he stands down on the shore
Free my son, free him with love

Free my son, let him walk right through the rain
Free my son, make him Waterboy
Free my son, there he stands down on the shore
Free my son

Free my son, let him walk right through the rain
Free my son, make him Waterboy
Free my son, there he stands down on the shore
Free my son, make him Waterboy

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): CHAD ALAN GRACEY, CHAD DAVID TAYLOR, EDWARD JOEL KOWALCZYK, PATRICK DAHLHEIMER