Big Brother called me yesterday
On the transatlantic phone
He said you should come home
They say it's much too dangerous
Among the briars and the primrose
And everybody's looking to the rain
All the children are in flames
The President is constantly
He wants you to come home
The Law Enforcement Justice League
Will tell you where to go
Among the briars and the primrose
And everybody's looking to the rain
All the children are in estranged
Couldn't find a place to sleep
The child of my father called me yesterday
On the transatlantic phone
Got to, got to come home, come home
And everybody's looking to the rain
All the children are in flames
All the children are in vain
All the children are inflamed
