Cigarettes and trash furnishing your room   He claims to be from God   But, when was God this cold?      He said, "Son, get on your knees and pray to me   With your mother I'll do what I please"   A colony of worshiping beings      Children, find your song   And let it take you to the golden dawn   See, old man, you done us wrong   You ain't no saint and I'm not your son   I've never been your son      A blue line ascending moon   Mocks you from the sky   A tall [Incomprehensible] on your room   And tears in your eye      He said "Son, get on your knees you'll be redeemed"   But the Lord's so far from here   A distant dream, a nightmare's scream      Children, find your song   And let it take you to the golden dawn   See, old man, you done us wrong   You ain't no saint and your time is done   Your time is done      Don't let it all take you away   The property of love      Oh children, find your gun   And let it take you to the golden dawn   Said, old man, you done us wrong   You ain't no saint and I've just begun   Life's just begun      Children, find your gun