All these kids with all their chemical addictions
Calling them gifts instead of afflictions
Rising to the high
Their breathless sigh.
All these people with all their worries
Getting sick from life, launching into their furies
When will they learn
They’ve got to yearn.
All these teenagers losing their minds
So quick to judge, to draw their lines
Why can’t they see
None of it matters to me.
All this news is giving me pain
A little too much, violence won’t refrain
There’s little to gain
When you’re not sane.