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
What they don't know
What they don't know

All the preachers and all the ministers
Administer those sinister looks
They teach from a liars cherub
A pulpit mounted on a child's prayer