Matchbox cars baseball cards
Scattered everywhere round the foot of his bed
And Grandma's quilt a cup of warm milk
In all my life I never seen such innocence
But tonight at story time there was something on his mind
And with tears in his eyes he said
I'm thinking Daddy this ain't right
I saw it on TV tonight
I kept seeing all this fighting this
Crying and people living in the streets
And I'm thinking Daddy this ain't right
I turn the nightlight on my little boy's all
Grown it feels like yesterday I was tying his shoes
Now he's asking Dad if I gave up all I had just
A little bit to everyone Daddy what would that do
Then he climbed out of his bed
And he opened his toy chest and said give em' all of this
Cause I'm thinking Daddy this ain't right
I saw it on TV tonight
I kept seeing all this fighting all
This crying and people living in the streets
And I'm thinking Daddy this ain't right
Now what am I supposed to say to that
He thinks I'm Superman I'm just a Dad
It aint like a bruise or a scraped up knee
Can't fix this one it's bigger than me
A kiss won't take his pain away
So I said Son why don't we pray
Together let us pray
We're thinking Father this ain't right
We're thinking Father this ain't right
We've been seeing all this fighting all
This crying and people living in the streets
Your children are dying bullets flying can't we ever live in peace
We're thinking Father this ain't right
We're thinking Father this ain't right