Launch me round and round
Strap rockets to my feet
Lift me off the ground
Lift me off the ground
My dreams are plagued with reality
I remember flying on a magic carpet one Christmas Eve
Now there's a man with a big, big gun
Picking off every last one of us
Or there's a huge hurricane
A tsunami sweeping us away
Sweeping us away, sweeping us away, sweeping us a way
When you're a child and you learn to trust and then the big bad man sucks it out of you he sucks it out of you he sucks it out of us he sucks it out of you he sucks it out of us