Lyrics:

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