Innocents Ablaze

Thirteen hurting night light years

Spent sitting at the kiddie table

Til an uncle coughs and chokes and goes

And then there's room for you

Eighteen screaming recess bodies

Bursting through the sky

Little burning third grade pilots

Trying thier best to fly

They're just as mad as you

They don't know what to do

I had stubbing of toes

And bruising of shins

And scraping little kiddie chins

And that can really hurt

Really bad

Really

Nineteen laughing drinking buddies

Taking shots at you

Stumbling head over shoelaces

In the mud with you

They're just as mad as you

They don't know what to do

Eighteen screaming recess bodies

Bursting through the sky

Little burning third grade pilots

Trying thier best to fly

They're stubbing toes

And bruising shins

And scraping little kiddie chins

And that,

That can really hurt,

Really bad

Really

They're just as mad as you

They don't know what to do

They're just as mad as you

They don't know what to do

They're just as mad as you

They don't know what to do

They're just as mad as you

They don't know what to do