Help me, help me, help me, help me Holding hands, skipping like a stone On our way, to see what we have done The first to speak, is the first to lie The children cross, their hearts unhooked to die Ride your tongue, swear to keep your mouth shut Ask yourself, will I burn in hell? Then write it down, and cast it in the well There they are, the mob that cries for blood To twist the tale, into firewood Fan the flames, with a little light Turn your cheek, until the fire dies The skin it peels, like the truth of way Word against, I will never say Ride your tongue, swear to keep your mouth shut Make of something, make of something good Holding hands, skipping like a stone Burn the wish, burn to ash and bone