Children wake up, hold your mistake up Before they turn the summer into dust If the children don't grow up Our bodies get bigger but our hearts get torn up We're just a million little gods causing rain storms Turning every good thing to rust, I guess we'll just have to adjust
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
With my lightning bolts a glowing I can see where I am going to be When the reaper he reaches and touches my hand
With my lightning bolts a glowing I can see where I am going With my lightning bolts a glowing I can see where I am going You better look out below