Drive-by suicide bombers all over In our front yards and in our bedrooms Biochemical warfare, anthrax and smallpox Stuff it all back in the toy box
I want to, I want to play I want to play where the children play I want to, I want to play I want to play where the children play In a world where the sun shines each and every day I want to play where the children play
Fanatics on a mission, it's impossible to tell Where the last batch of FDA poison fell To justify their vision is a pretty tough sell Twin towers blew all our dreams to hell