Wake all the children from their slumber   Before they wonder   Why the dreams have gone to hell      Wake all the children from their sleep   Down the staircase we shall creep   To the basement of this white picket home      Let's show them where the bad ones go   For all they know   For all they know   Their heroes are still untouchable   What they don't know   What they don't know      All the preachers and all the ministers   Administer those sinister looks   They teach from a liars cherub   A pulpit mounted on a child's prayer