���Oh, but enough to get outOut of the child's worldA girl, wrestling the childShot the sunI came down from the mountainsI came down to see youTo see youBaby, don't let me lose my reasonDon't let me lose my headI lose faithDon't let me lose my head�Put me in your pocketsDon't you worry, you'll get better�I'm a devil for letters�I came down from the mountainsI killed all of your childrenStrange as it may seemJust as a ghost might playI took a boring down on the mountainsWe are all left, lost in the snowWaiting for youWaiting to guide us�I lose my sense of reasonPut me in your pocketsTill I get better���Memorial Day�Why do you look so down?This is the way we jump and screamWhy do you look so down?This is the way we punch and screamPunch and kick. Punch and kick. Make the other children sick because we punch and kick.