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 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