Letra de 'Get on Home' de Charles Manson

When I was a little boy
I used to hang my feet
In the muddy waters
That run through your streams
Get on home, get on home
Come on home little children, come on home
When I see a wagon it was coming down the street
Filled with feed and swine and such
And that’s a lot of meat

Get on home, get on home
Come on home little children, come on home
Now you see them little boys at their mother’s feet
They’ve learned how to hate and cut and even kill the free
Get on home, get on home
Come on home little children, come on home
The fields they are golden now the cycle will complete
In order to harvest the grain
You got to cut the weed

Get on home, get on home
Come on home little children, come on home
When I was a little girl I used to want your cow
Begin to go across the way
Cause the fires are burning now
Get on home, get on home
Come on home little children, come on home
When you see the children x’s on their head
If you dare look at them soon you will be dead

Get on home, get on home
Come on home little children, come on home
Babies gonna disappear from the momma’s arms
There’s gonna be a lot of fear
But we’ll be on the run
Get on home, get on home
Come on home little children, come on home
Daddy used to beat me
He’d treat me like himself
He taught me the ways of a man
And now I’m by myself

Get on home, get on home
Come on home little children, come on home
Love is all forever and its been your slave
Now it’s gonna open your eyes
And rise you from your hate
Get on home, get on home
Come on home little children, come on home