Wake all the children from their slumber Before they wonder Why the dreams have gone to hell Wake all the children from their sleep Down the staircase we shall creep To the basement of this white picket home Let's show them where the bad ones go For all they know For all they know Their heroes are still untouchable What they don't know What they don't know All the preachers and all the ministers Administer those sinister looks They teach from a liars cherub A pulpit mounted on a child's prayer
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