sarah, settle downnput your helmet onnwalk these streets of goldnwith cigarettes you hand rolledni don't know younand i don't owe you a thingnbut i smile so hard it hurtsnjust when things get worsenyou said you've woken from a dreamnabandoned by your motherncould this be?nnsatan, settle donenkeep your trousers onnyou can warm the globenbut leave my wretched soul aloneni don't know younand i don't owe you a thingnbut the children lose their mindsnin such uncertain timesnand i'm woken from a dreamnsurrounded by my loversnoh, woe is me!nnand a hundred thousand times a daynthe yellow lights turn rednand a hundred thousand miles awayni'm turning myself innoh, christ, i am!