Nothing is crueler than children who come from good homes   God'll forgive them I guess but whose side are you on   Driving around the old town I remember it all   Dropping my lunchbox and tampax all over the hall      (And they said) you are a socialist cokehead we know from your clothes   You are a Satanist worshipper of the devil   Think you're a poet a folksinger poseur nah-oh   A volleyball player you've got to be kidding us all      So we hide from the guns on our night reconnaissance   Steal flamingos and gnomes from the dark side of the lawn      No-one can stop us the plot is a work of genius   No-one has bought the rights yet but we're not giving up   Every unwanted lawn jockey fits in the script   Directed by spielberg and starring the masochist club      Mary you look like hell   Stuck in that ridiculous shell   Give us some light and god's pure love   We know what you've been dreaming of   Give us some light and god's pure love   We know what you've been dreaming of   Give us some light and god's pure love   We're taking you to Hollywood      "HOLLLLEEEEEEEEWOOD!!!!"      And we hide from the guns on our night reconnaissance   Steal flamingos and gnomes from the dark side of the lawn      One plays a socialist cokehead we dress in my clothes   One plays a Satanist worshipper of thing evil   One plays a poet who starts up a band of his own   One plays a volleyball player with both her wrists broke      And we wear what we want on our night reconnaissance   Steal flamingos and gnomes the dark suburban lawns   And we give them good homes give them love they've never known   In the loft of the barn in the town where I was born