We are the people, one and all. From deliverance to the fall. From the battle and the heat. To our triumph and defeat We are theyoungones crying out. Full of anger, full of doubt. And we're
Sickly sweet, his poison seeks. For theyoungones who don't understand the danger in his hands. With a jaundiced wink see his cunning slink. Oh, trust in me my pretty one, come walk with me my