Sleepless children
Mellow deeds
Working-class men
Were busy kids
If I were a fighter
I could choose a side
But I'm not quite sure
Who's wrong and who's right
Sleepy children
Dying seeds
Middle-class men
Are older kids
If I were a fighter
I could get up and fight
But I'm just a sleeper
Sleeping tight
Why would you believe me
When I don't trust myself?
I thought you could grow happy
I should have known yourself
And I've lost my road
'Cause I left the path sometime ago
