What have they done to the birds and the bees?

Cradle was dropped, the nest make believe

And they’re selling their souls for the purpose of losing it all.

What have they done to the cracks in the walls?

The world has been painted to cover it all

And everyone’s afraid to admit that they’re getting old.

Oh my Lord, I’m told

What have they done to the revolution?

They call it a war and claimed it was useless

The voice of the ages will never be heard quite the same.

What have the done to the innocent mind?

They spoiled and twisted the [bad word] into lies

And all of the peace lovers are having to draw up their swords.

Oh my Lord, I’m torn

If I’m going crazy, then crazy is just that I’m born

What have they done to Jesus’ life?

They’re making it [bad word]  say it’s a lie.

They still ask for His peace cause they feel inside.

What have they done with the 2000 years?

Made history into a faithful fear

The cracks don’t expire just ‘cause the surface is dry.

Oh my Lord, I’m tired

If I’m going crazy, then crazy is just my desire

If I’m going crazy, then crazy is just what I’ve seen

If I’m going crazy, then crazy is just in between