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

But I don't owe you a thing

But I smile so hard, it hurts

Just when things get worse

Said you've woken from a dream

Abandoned by your mother, 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

And I am awoken from a dream

Surrounded by my lovers, woe is me

And a hundred thousand times a day

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