• Out of the playground's ashes, come little men with little games
    They're playing war, planning new crusades, like new arcades
    The reason for the season is to flood the media with sucidal mania
    And paint the landscape with this human waste

    So lets all sing, sing a song of love, sing untill our throats bleed, and if
    this child could speak he would say: I dont need anybody,
    I dont need anyone, I dont need your guidance home

    Yeah, yeah, history's a stage for reruns for 3 am insomniacs, who quote
    the episodes: "If tricycles came with guns we'd all be safe" And
    little green men didnt come from outter space, with coupons in the
    sunday paper they came from corporate brains

    So lets all sing, sing a song of love, sing until our throats bleed,
    and if this child could speak he would say: I dont need anybody,
    I dont need anyone, I dont need your guidance home, watch as
    I build my empire, watch as I rise and fall, watch as I fight all alone

    So untill we all confess and admit we stole the candy, these little men are
    playing games from here to eternity, but I'll be sitting by myself here
    waiting oh so patiently, waiting for the sky to fall and purge this frail
    humanity

    So lets all sing, sing a song of love and we'll pretend were not to blame
    lets sing, sing, sing, sing a song of love, sing until our throats bleed
    and if this child could speak he would say: I dont need anybody,
    I dont need anyone, I dont need your guidance home watch as I
    bulid my empire, watch as I rise and fall, watch as I fight all alone