Control the axe, Eugene
They cannot tell you what to see
You're just a refugee
In human rights family
Go play with the other kids
And take all your knives
And scream untill I hear
Then go back to sleep
You know the colors of the cars
That pass by in the Down street
Sometimes I wish that I were you
Go play with the other kids
And take all your knives
And scream untill I hear
Then go back to sleep