sarah, settle down   put your helmet on   walk these streets of gold   with cigarettes you hand rolled   i don't know you   and i don't owe you a thing   but i smile so hard it hurts   just when things get worse   you said you've woken from a dream   abandoned by your mother   could this be?      satan, settle done   keep your trousers on   you can warm the globe   but leave my wretched soul alone   i don't know you   and i don't owe you a thing   but the children lose their minds   in such uncertain times   and i'm woken from a dream   surrounded by my lovers   oh, woe is me!      and a hundred thousand times a day   the yellow lights turn red   and a hundred thousand miles away   i'm turning myself in   oh, christ, i am!