Baby boom go boom Baby boom go bump Baby boom goes straight to the edge And someone hollers "jump" You gotta be dead to be bigger than life But everyone's afraid to fly Everyone want to be on a postage stamp But nobody wants to die Better bow down to the standard white Jesus on the cross Bow down to the standard white Jesus on the cross Bow down to the standard white Jesus on the cross Then read the letters that the children write To the standard white Santa Claus They want flash - somethin' awesome Somethin' with a little kick Somethin' semi-automatic Just might do the trick They want weapons to arm themselves Against every childhood fear They want rockets to fly up to heaven And get the hell out of here See the devils and the angels See how shamelessly they dance Defyin' the laws of gravity On the shoulders of romance The sensations - the temptations Our forefathers have succumbed to And the bittersweet fragrance Our noses have been numbed to Bow down to the standard white Jesus on the cross Bow down to the standard white Jesus on the cross Bow down to the standard white Jesus on the cross Then read the letters that the children write To the standard white Santa Claus How grim our lives would be If not for children's laughter Like scary old fairy tales With no happily-ever-after Talkin' on telephones across time zones Payin' the futility bill Prayin' for rain, punchin' clocks Changing the world like I change my socks Bow down to the standard white Jesus on the cross Bow down to the standard white Jesus on the cross Bow down to the standard white Jesus on the cross Then read the letters that the children write To the standard white Santa Claus