If money talks, it also lives   The fat and pale faces show   In East L.A., a baby dies   Well, that's just the way it goes   In their white cars, they drive through slums   And talk of art and distant wars   They shake their heads, and click their tongues   As they reach to lock the doors   In every world, in every age   There's a "they"   And what do they say?   They say we're Airborne   The trapped generation of lies   They say we're Airborne   Dead innocents, aloft with bent desires   May I use "We"?, we're forced to see   The pain of life most every day   I'll have a drink, I'll close my eyes   Then I'll turn to fly away   And so we cry, misunderstood!   Our souls alive, red burning youth   But colors fade, and we might pale   And crash down in three piece suits   I asked a kid the other day   What they teach in this nuclear age   We had some fun in school today   We learned to get under our desks   And start to pray!