Where Do the Children Play

Well I think it's fine
Building jumbo planes
Or taking a ride
On a cosmic train
Switch on a summer
From a slot machine
Yes you can get what you want, if you want
'Cause you can get anything

I know we've come a long way
We're changing day to day
But tell me, where do the children play?

Well you roll on roads
Over fresh green grass
With your heavy loads
Pumping petrol gas
And you make them long
And you make them tough
And you just go on and on
And it seems you can't get off

I know we've come a long way
We're changing day to day
But tell me, where do the children play?

Crack the sky, scrapers fill the air
But you keep on building higher
'Til there's no more room up there?

(Will you make us laugh?)
Will you make us laugh?
(Will you make us cry?)
Will you make us cry?
(Will you tell us when to live?)
Will you tell us when to live?
(Will you tell us when to die?)
Will you tell us when to die?

I know we've come a long way
We're changing day to day
But tell me, where do the children play?
Tell me, where, where do the children play?

Well I think it's fine, building jumbo planes
Or taking a ride on a cosmic train
But where do the children play?
Just tell me (where do the children play?)
Where do the children play?