horror of horrors
sin of sins

when our fears take us over
when we trample our friends
as we start with our tricks
as we ma-nip-u-late
justify all our violence
and drift into hate
resent the whole world
for not caring for us
fall in self pity
kick up a fuss
oh you dear children
when you'll turn into men
and stop blaming your brother
for the games you don't win
care for the flowers
the animals too
the children behind you
and see what is true
it sure ain't your dreams
fame fortune or pride
vainglorious ego
or even a bride
get you some learning
that leads you towards peace
accept nothing less
the rest is a tease
you've hit the bottom so often now
it's time for the curtain
the final bow