My brother, my brother, so selfish such pride You went to the station in the middle of the night Scaring the maidens Scare them to death My brother, my brother, I can see it in your eyes That you were at the station in the middle of the night And I wonder what shall I do Shall I tell what's the truth What in the world should a poor boy fullfill What would be doing God's will Tella me Lord what a tool shall I be A can in the heat or a washing machine A crown on the head or a knife in the bread Oh, what shall I be My sister, my sister, so helpless so shy He kicked you in the belly, one day you must die And you take your little bag And then you go back My sister, my sister, so helpless so dumb I could sing I could write I could say what I want You will follow your way Till it's to late What in the world should a poor boy fullfill What would be doing God's will Tella me Lord what a tool shall I be A can in the heat or a washing machine A crown on the head or a knife in the bread Oh, what shall I be ♪ My mother, my mother, too heartless to sigh You went to the station got something to fry What you have in you pan, mother Is it sister or brother My mother, my mother, now what shall I do Shall I slay you with the pan Or have a dinner with you It's not easy to decide It's so hard to realize What in the world should a poor boy fullfill What would be doing God's will Tella me Lord what a tool shall I be A can in the heat or a washing machine A crown on the head or a knife in the bread Oh, what shall I be