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 thing But I smile so hard it hurts And just when things get worse You say 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 am 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 Im such uncertain times In such uncertain times