What did the poet say?
Like the light of a candle lost in the day
One hand on the cradle
Please try not to come apart
The singer takes the stage
And he whispers, "Relax and fake . . . "
The gift is for giving
Please try
Ah, Cancer!
Ah, Scorpio!
That's the trick
When giver becomes taker
It's worse than sick
How am I to burn?
I'll just light the wick and come apart
Another bead on a string
Ten thousand candles and the light they bring
I sing
How shocking!
I sing
I sing
This paper and this prose
The meanings that no one knows
He writes on the wall what he won't in the hall
Ah, Cancer!
Ah, Scorpio!
That's the trick
When giver becomes taker
It's worse than sick
How am I to burn?
I'll just light the wick and come apart
God bless the kids in the U.S.A.
God bless the kids in the U.S.A.
Sometimes they grieve
Sometimes they cry
Sometimes they're sold a serpent's lie
Sometimes they give
Sometimes they take
Sometimes they claim they can't relate
Sometimes it's bread
Sometimes it's wine
Sometimes it's famine robed in the fine
Sometimes they bleed
Sometimes I bleed
Sometimes we bleed
