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Musical ladders
Leaning on mountains
Bathed in white laughter
Under the sun

Somebody's birthday
Came stumbling toward us
Wrapped in green gladness
Under the sun

We're gonna make it through this war tonight
Someone hold this child up to the light

Prostitute fingers
Fumbling with matches
Tucked in red couches
Under green moons

Mexican waitress
Got caught in the crossfire
Of militant families
Bursting with Jews

We're gonna break it to your folks tonight
Kind of hope your Pops don't hear me right
Oh, yes.
Musical ladders   Leaning on mountains   Bathed in white laughter   Under the sun      Somebody's birthday   Came stumbling toward us   Wrapped in green gladness   Under the sun      We're gonna make it through this war tonight   Someone hold this child up to the light      Prostitute fingers   Fumbling with matches   Tucked in red couches   Under green moons      Mexican waitress   Got caught in the crossfire   Of militant families   Bursting with Jews      We're gonna break it to your folks tonight   Kind of hope your Pops don't hear me right   Oh, yes.