Оригинален текст
Kristine, tell me to be quiet
'Cause I've got some quiet to say
And I'm not sure I know
How to get out of it's way
There's the cover of Fair Warning
Where there's punching out of lights
And I'm not sure I've done more
Than call the kids to see the fights
False alarms, crypto-sicko, babes in arms
Cross displays, crypto-sicko, days for days
I've been that moon-age Dorothy
Keep the Dorothies on the path
And I'm inclined to think the lonely
Learn to use a different math
When your thoughts are cornfield-focused
And you've scarecrowed off all birds
Who'll hear your crow-based riot act
As anything but English words?
Is it all right here, just not clear
Till someone makes it interesting
Wherein interests lie
Is that why parents don't tell us anything?