They say the hand that rocks the cradle rules the world -
The rusty keys unlock my mind to let the child go -
Where is the boy who used to write his name in the sand? -
Where is the boy who used to smile and wave to all the passing strangers?
He took the old path by the windmill - Towards the seashore
To cast his net for the big fish in the big wide sea
Where is the boy who used to write his name in the sand?
Where is the boy who used to smile and wave to all the passing strangers?
The only call to say hello - The golden sands (their precious words)
The clear blues skies - become the dark skies
Lightspeed and wasted in New York City
Wracked up with nerves and schizophrenia
Stacked up on Ritalin and pods of senseamelia
To end the boredom and this grotesque anaesthesia
On and on in old Creole
They tell me how life should go
The planets move around the sun
The button on my shirt's undone
They say I haven't got a clue
I got no grades and skills it's true
On and on in old Creole
They tell me how life should go
They're all so square what a bunch of geeks
They might as well be talking Greek