Out of the playground's ashes, come little men with little games
They're playing war, planning new crusades, like new arcades
The reason for the season is to flood the media with sucidal mania
And paint the landscape with this human waste

So lets all sing, sing a song of love, sing untill our throats bleed, and if
this child could speak he would say: I dont need anybody,
I dont need anyone, I dont need your guidance home

Yeah, yeah, history's a stage for reruns for 3 am insomniacs, who quote
the episodes: "If tricycles came with guns we'd all be safe" And
little green men didnt come from outter space, with coupons in the
sunday paper they came from corporate brains

So lets all sing, sing a song of love, sing until our throats bleed,
and if this child could speak he would say: I dont need anybody,
I dont need anyone, I dont need your guidance home, watch as
I build my empire, watch as I rise and fall, watch as I fight all alone

So untill we all confess and admit we stole the candy, these little men are
playing games from here to eternity, but I'll be sitting by myself here
waiting oh so patiently, waiting for the sky to fall and purge this frail
humanity

So lets all sing, sing a song of love and we'll pretend were not to blame
lets sing, sing, sing, sing a song of love, sing until our throats bleed
and if this child could speak he would say: I dont need anybody,
I dont need anyone, I dont need your guidance home watch as I
bulid my empire, watch as I rise and fall, watch as I fight all alone