Well there's crying in the kitchen and there's fighting in the street

And there's cocaine in the schoolyard yet my heart don't miss a beat

And the preacher's on the telly and he's handing me the phone

Got an ulcer in his belly and a torment in his soul

He can't let go - oh he can't let go



Everybody wants a contribution, telling me they've got the best solution

No one wants the carousel to slow down, seems to me we're heading for a showdown



And there's poison in the water and there's holes up in the sky

And the children keep on asking