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