There's fuel in a hand shake

And power in a smile

Energy to spare

And time to reconcile

In every blade of grass

And breath of air

A future sitting there



And you don't care about the children

There's plenty where they're from

To populate the garden

Of uranium



There's power in a sun ray

And travel on the tide

Hurricanes and storms

To saddle up and ride

In every wind of change

On any side

An idea to be tried



And you don't care about the children...



And then there are the meglos

With power in their hands

Dumping lethal waste

In shallow pasturelands

Scattering suicide

Into the winds

And no one understands



And they don't care about the children