Sarah settle down,
Keep your helmet on
Walk through streets of gold
With cigarettes you hand rolled
I don't know you
And I don't owe you a thing

But I smile so hard it hurts
And just when things get worse
You say you've woken from a dream
Abandoned by your mother
Oh could this be?

Satan, settle down!
Keep your trousers on
You can warm the globe,
But leave my wretched soul alone
I don't know you!
And I don't owe you a thing

But the children lose their minds
In such uncertain times
I am awoke from a dream
Surrounded by my lovers
Oh, woe is me!

And a hundred thousand times a day
The yellow lights turn red
And a hundred thousand miles away
I'm turnin' myself in
Oh christ, I am!

The children lose their minds
In such uncertain times