Sarah settle down, keep your helmet on walk through streets of gold with cigarettes you hand rolled i don't know you and I don't owe you a thing but I smile so hard it hurts and just when things get worse you say you've woken from a dream abandoned by your mother oh could this be? satan, settle down! keep your trousers on you can warm the globe, but leave my wretched soul alone I don't know you! and I don't owe you a thing but the children lose their minds in such uncertain times I am awoke from a dream surrounded by my lovers oh, woe is me! and a hundred thousand times a day the yellow lights turn red and a hundred thousand miles away i'm turnin' myself in oh christ, i am! the children lose their minds in such uncertain times