Tekster:
O Children

O'clock, And they're somewhere out on the street Just imagine how scared they are, Do you know where your children, children, children, children, children, children, children, children

special trip 400 people, destiny: our closest star mankind has never ever been that far Soon comes the future, then we will die All the children

Motherless children have a hard time when your mother is gone When she's gone on home, when your mother is gone Motherless children have a hard time

Break forth, O beauteous, heav'nly light And usher in the morning Ye shepherds, shrink not with affright But hear the angel's warning This Child now weak

Children of doom And we are like We are your father no other Let me see your hands Because you are here Let me hear you scream You know what it means

O come, little children, O come one and all, To Bethlehem haste, to the manger so small, God's son for a gift has been sent you this night To be your

Mother! I'm sinning I'm letting all my wishes passes me by so drunken confusing all false prophets with good guys now I'm begging and hoping that you

Wake up sonny school's canceled for the day ( The disco dancer's dead, the disco dancer's dead ) They found him at the tracks with a bullet in his head

In your head, in you arms Loneliness loses charm Find yourself on bloody bar Tell yourself it's worth those scars On edge Unarmed In heels No heart