Hey you cuckoo!
See you´re in the paper late today, accused of something,
and your lips are closed to all of those who know she´s
missing.
Talk abounds she won´t be found alive and that´s a pity.

I read about all of these crimes. When will it end?

Carry me through tomorrow, guide me along the way.
I´m tired of the insane running things,
and I won´t stop tryin´ for change.

Seems the town´s ablaze and TV´s live to show it´s burning.
All the while, the smiling juvenile is seeking mercy.

I see these crimes all of the time. When will it end?

Carry me through tomorrow, guide me along the way.
I´m tired of the insane running things,
and I won´t stop tryin´ for change.

We legislate and educate trying to find
a way to fix the broken dream.

Carry me through tomorrow, guide me along the way.
If this is the youth of tomorrow,
I´m running the other way.
Carry me through tomorrow, guide me along the way.
I´m tired of the insane running things,
and I won´t stop tryin´ for change.