Night has come to the Vietnam jungle
Rain falls into the wide open eyes
Of Captain Flynn and Corporal Miranda
Stroll in the mud there
where they have died
And night has come to the
children of China
They follow the lies of a false unicorn
And his madness is burning
the minds of the children
Whose children shall never be born
Sometimes I feel that it just can't be real
It swirls in a spiral and spins
Tumbling down after Vi
elle's above slap gut
Won't someone admit it's a
sin?
Playgrounds, and pink cotton candy
Disneyland daytimes, dance in the eyes
A freckled face, t -shirted,
milk -drinking baby
Who never have ever seen
fire in the sky
Sometimes I feel that
it just can't be real,
this world's in a spiraling spin
Tumbling down after Beelze
bub's laughter,
won't someone admit it's a
sin?
Playgrounds,
popcorn and pink cotton candy
Disneyland daytimes dance in the eyes
A freckle -faced, t -shirted,
milk -drinkin' babies
Who never have ever seen fire in the
And I hope they never will