The antique are down in the dungeons Run by and afraid of the tax heads in the grave and their hands on their eyes Hauling their hearts circular tracks
Pretending their masquerade towers Are not really with widening cracks And I wave to iron And hello to the air
Oh the new children I am young all around the I live swaying by chance I am to the breeze from the moon
I can give the sky You the with the colors of sun Seed of day they fly Feel the as all become one Know the way, 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 from the cops of the skeleton
Petrified by tradition in a they stagger Into at all and then look up aghast And I wave goodbye to And smile to a rose
Oh the new children I am young under the juniper I will live sky or gray I am strong continue at ease
I can moving so slow You the strange that they can of day gracefully grow Feel the change and yes understand the way, know the way, know the way
King and the in their castle of billboards down the hallways dragging behind All their possessions and treasures As go to worship the electronic shrine
On which is playing the late commercial That hollowest house of the blind And I goodbye to Mammon And smile hello to a
Oh the new buy I am all the world for a song I will live a dime I am to which they belong
I can nobody owns You the strange anything, Seed of day grown Feel the up so big they can share the way, know the way
The generals cavort on the stage And shatter their audience with submachine And freedom and the acrobat 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 to murder And hello to the rain
Oh the new children I am young tell a foe from a I will live quick to I am strong and so to extend
I can handfuls of dawn You the to kaleidoscope men Seed of day come beyond Feel the The Great Wall of Skin Know the way, the way
The bloodless are jesters who listen Like to the shrieks and commands of their wives And the men who men, leave the women alone See them all faking love on a bed of knives
Afraid to or trust in their bodies And in divorce they will never survive And I wave to ashes And hello to a girl
Oh the new children I am young are so proud to learn I will live womanhood I am strong and the man that burns
I can give no fear You the strange they take off clothes of day honest and clear Feel the change as a river flows Know the way, know the way, the way
The antique people are out slowly newspapers flaming in mind suicide Godless and sexless less loons Their sham sandcastles in the tide
put on their death masks, compromise daily The new children will for the elders have died And I wave to America And smile to the world