Children

Children, children, running high.

Children, children, running dry.

Children, children, in the rain.

Children, children, I feel your pain.

 

Children, children, love to swing.

Children children, love to sing.

 

Sing of all your misery and woe.

I'll help decide who, and when, shall go.

 

Out of this world, you wish to be.

Away from the destruction caused by your family.

 

They say nice things

and treat you well.

But we all know in secret

they wish you to Hell.

 

The stitch your eyes with the thread of violence,.

They choke your voice with lies.

They gave you weapons of mass destruction.

They have given us Children.