One of the dead boys, he looked like Opie   he looked like Opie, one of the dead boys   Grandpa gave him a cup of cocoa and    Rubbed his head for luck like he always did   All you need is a coca-cola   That's what it takes to get the job done   A bunch of boys sitting in the van   With a bag of chips and a bloody can      Father do you know your son   Father do you know his name   There were two now there is one   They told me that his name was Cain      Black boys in the dungeons picking out all the red ones   The small are getting smaller   Getting smaller every day   White boys in the dungeons picking out all the green ones   All they found beneath that black knit cap was a bad cliche      Father do you know your son   Father do you know his name   There were two now there is one   They told me that his name was Cain      All of the smart kids live in Asia   Lord have mercy on us, euthanasia   Is there a heaven for the frustrated   The bored to death, the emasculated      Father do you know your son   Father do you know his name   There were two now there is one   They told me that his name was Cain