Big brother called me yesterday,
On the transatlantic phone.
He said, "You should come home.
They say it's much too dangerous,
To live outside alone,
Among the briars and the primrose."

And everybody's looking to the rain,
Santo Domini.
All the children are in flames,
Here in Spain.

The President is constantly,
Yelling on the phone.
He wants you to come home.
The Law Enforcement Justice League,
Will tell you where to go,
Among the briars and the primrose.

Santo Domini.
All the children are in Spain,
Here in Spain.

They say the country is a testament to the free.
Romeo and Juliet couldn't find a place to sleep,
No, no, no, no, no.

The child of my father called me yesterday,
On the transatlantic phone.
You gotta, gotta come home.
Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta come home.

And everybody's looking out to the rain,
Santo Domini.
All the children are in flames,
And the children are in vain,
All the children are inflamed,
Here in Spain.