A Children's Crusade on Acid

Sarah, settle down Put 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 damn But I smile so hard it hurts And just when things get worse You said 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'm awoken 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 Sarah, settle down Put 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 the children lose their minds In such uncertain times The children lose their minds In such uncertain times In such uncertain times In such uncertain times