Wake all the children from their slumber Before they wonder Why the dreams have gone to hell
Wake all the children from their sleep Down the staircase we shall creep To the basement of this white picket home
Let's show them where the bad ones go For all they know For all they know Their heroes are still untouchable But they don't know What they don't know
All the preachers and all the ministers That minister those sinister looks They teach from a liars chair A pulpit mounted on a child's prayerTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.