Cigarettes
And trash furnishing your room
He claims to be from God
But, when was God this cold?
He said
"Son, get on your knees
And pray to me
With your mother
I'll do what I please"
A colony of emotionless beings
Children, find your song
And let it take you
To the golden dawn
See, old man
You done us wrong
You ain't no saint
And I'm not your son
I've never been your son
A blue ascending moon
Mocks you from the sky
A tall blue on your roof
And tears in your eye
He said "Son, get on your knees
You'll be redeemed"
But the Lord's so far from here
A distant dream
A nightmare's scream
Children, find your song
And let it take you
To the golden dawn
See, old man, you done us wrong
You ain't no saint
And your time is done
Your time is done
Don't let it all take you away
The property of love
Children, find your gun
And let it take you
To the golden dawn
Said, old man
You done us wrong
You ain't no saint
And I've just begun
Life's just begun
Children, find your gun
