Breathe in the coming of the age Old words lose with soph and with sage Children all run & cry for the mums It seems that night has always come Butter & bread are lost to the wind Has all of humanity lied & sinned? No one has money & naught has a job Our main occupation: to thieve & to rob Now where is the hope, oh where is the dream? Has the human machine lost all of its steam? I truly think it has not yet And on my solution I would completely bet; Look into the eyes of a newborn child And before you get old, go nuts and get wild
