Wake all the children from their slumber,
Before they wonder why their 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 the ministers
Administer those sinister looks
They teach from a liars cheru
A pulpit mounted on a child's prayer