A Children's Crusade On Acid

Sarah settle down,

keep your helmet on

walk through streets of gold

with cigarettes you hand rolled

I don't know you

and I don't owe you a thing

but I smile so hard it hurts

and just when things get worse

you say you've woken from a dream

abandoned by your mother

oh could this be?

satan, settle down!

keep your trousers on

you can warm the globe,

but leave my wretched soul alone

I don't know you!

and I don't owe you a thing

but the children lose their minds

in such uncertain times

I am awoke from a dream

surrounded by my lovers

oh, woe is me!

and a hundred thousand times a day

the yellow lights turn red

and a hundred thousand miles away

I'm turnin' myself in

oh christ, I am!

the children lose their minds

in such uncertain times