there's a man with a heart of yarn around this neighborhood
you got the scissors to cut the strip from the ???
you got no reason for your voice, you got no reason for your soul.
if one man could change ten men then 10 could change all
when the ink starts to run red blood
when will we learn to rip the pages of ???

theres no more child in me
theres no more child in me
theres no more child in me
theres no more child in me

now im tapping like ive got something to say
but these words wont carry in a crowded place
six roses are standing in the garden of green
but ask not so we shall drown in the heat
im breathing in all the lies that you told me
but what happens when the peopel are listening

theres no more child in me
theres no more child in me
theres no more child in me
theres no more child in me

when you die are you going to heaven
you mind's so scared that its breathing to thinning
theres no truth to being alive
its just the truth that you are alive

theres no more child in me
theres no more child in me
theres no more child in me
theres no more child in me

theres no more child in me
theres no more child in me
theres no more child in me
theres no more child in me