Out of the playground's ashes
    Come little men with little games
    They're playing war
    They're planning new crusades like new arcades
    The reason for the season is to flood the media
    With suicidal mania
    And paint this landscape with this human waste
    
    So lets all sing a song of love
    Lets sing sing sing sing
    Sing until our throats bleed
    
    And if this child could sing he would say:
    I don't need anybody
    I don't need anyone
    I don't need your guidance home
    Watch as I build my empire
    Watch as I rise and fall
    Watch as I fight all alone
    
    History's a stage for re-runs
    For 3 A.M. insomniacs who quote the episodes
    If tricycles came with guns we'd all be safe
    Little green men didn't come from outer space
    With coupons in the Sunday Paper
    They came from corporate brains
    
    So until we all confess
    And admit we stole the candy
    These little men are playing games
    >From here to eternity
    But I'll be sitting by myself here
    Waiting oh so patiently
    Waiting for the sky to fall
    And purge frail humanity