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
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