Out of the playground's ashes [bad word] little men with little games 
They're playing war 
They're planning new [bad word] like new arcades 
The reason for the season is to flood the media 
With suicidal mania 
And paint this landscape with this human waste

So lets all sing a song of love
Lets sing sing sing sing
Sing until our throats bleed

And if this child could sing he would say:
I don't need anybody
I don't need anyone
I don't need your guidance home
Watch as I build my empire
Watch as I rise and fall
Watch as I fight all alone

History's a stage for [bad word] 
For 3 A.M. insomniacs who quote the episodes
If tricycles came with guns we'd all be safe
Little green men [bad word] from outer space
With coupons in the Sunday Paper
They came from corporate brains

So until we all confess 
And admit we stole the candy
These little men are playing games 
>From here to eternity
But I'll be sitting by myself here 
Waiting oh so patiently 
Waiting for the sky to fall 
And purge frail humanity