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

But they don't know

What they don't know


All the preachers and all the ministers

That minister those sinister looks

They teach from a liars chair

A pulpit mounted on a child's prayer