The people are down in the dungeons Run by machines and of the tax Their heads in the grave and their on their eyes Hauling their hearts around circular
Pretending forever their masquerade Are not really riddled with widening And I wave to iron And hello to the air
Oh the new children I am all around the balloons I will swaying by chance I am strong to the breeze from the
I can painting the sky You the strange the colors of sun Seed of day they fly Feel the as all become one the way, know the way
The velocity explode on the highways Ignoring the journey and so fast Their nerves apart and they gasp but can't breathe They run the cops of the skeleton past
Petrified by tradition in a nightmare stagger Into nowhere at all and look up aghast And I wave goodbye to And smile to a rose
Oh the new children I am young under the trees I will live sky blue or I am strong they at ease
I can moving so slow You the strange serenely they can of day gracefully grow Feel the change and yes still Know the way, the way, know the way
King and the in their castle of billboards Sleepwalk down the hallways dragging All their possessions and transient As go to worship the electronic shrine
On which is playing the late late hollowest house of the opulent blind And I wave goodbye to And hello to a stream
Oh the new buy I am all the world for a song I will without a dime I am strong to they belong
I can nobody owns You the anything, anywhere Seed of day grown Feel the up so big they can share Know the way, the way
The vaudeville generals on the stage And shatter audience with submachine guns And freedom and violence the clowns Do a balancing act on the of our sons
the tap dancing emperor sings War is peace And the magician disappears in the fun And I wave goodbye to And hello to the rain
Oh the new children I am young tell a foe a friend I will live quick to I am and so glad to extend
I can give handfuls of You the strange to men of day come from beyond Feel the The Great Wall of Skin Know the way, the way
The bloodless are jesters who listen Like sheep to the shrieks and commands of their And the men who aren't men, the women alone See them all faking on a bed made of knives
to discover or trust in their bodies And in secret they will never survive And I goodbye to ashes And smile hello to a
Oh the new children I am young they are so to learn I will live bliss I am and the man fire that burns
I can knowing no fear You the strange they off their clothes of day honest and clear Feel the change as a river that Know the way, the way, know the way
The antique people are out slowly Like newspapers in mind suicide and sexless direction less loons Their sham sandcastles dissolve in the
They put on their masks, compromise daily The new children will for the elders have died And I wave to America And hello to the world