From the Mouths of Babes

From the depths the mutants crawling, Sprawling from the caves And from this land they call our father's A chorus begs for bread I heard it called a wilderness, This desert is man-made And the creatures mill around, bemused, Asking who's to blame If

Hey big boss man You're stuck in a groove You're on a roller coaster You'd better stop You're gonna burn, burn, burn You'll do it again Pretty ballerina Dance across the floor She's got a head full of snow What'd you do it for She's gonna burn, burn,

Living day by day We're dodging in and out Tell me where we're going to Put it beyond all doubt Would it be so foolish To be caught in two minds For me must make that choice No point in looking back I do not possess The words always done To put you a