Child Riot

Tell us ‘bout the time
When all of this began
When children ruled the world again
Yeah something like Peter Pan

Licorice for breakfast
Child stars like golden calfs
They’re burning US History
They’re teaching the new math

Today they may not care
Tomorrow they still won’t care
All their demands got ‘em written out in crayons
Big plans in tiny hands
In tiny hands

The adolescent brute squad
Throwing stones and sticks
Important institutions lay in
Piles of ash and brick

They’re burning down the grade school
They’re headed for the town
That kid from Home Alone is here
He’s trying to calm ‘em down

Today they may not care
Tomorrow they still won’t care
All their demands got ‘em written out in crayons
Big plans in tiny hands
In tiny hands

Word came from the third grade queen
Like nothing you have heard or seen
Don’t trust anyone over thirteen

Let me tell you of the joys
Of running rampant with the boys
Somehow it never felt quite real
Like someone else was at the wheel

Take my advice and listen well
And I will see your ass in hell
I’ll see you in hell