Musical ladders Leaning on mountains Bathed in white laughter Under the sun Somebody's birthday Came stumbling toward us Wrapped in green gladness Under the sun We're gonna make it through this war tonight Someone hold this child up to the light Prostitute fingers Fumbling with matches Tucked in red couches Under green moons Mexican waitress Got caught in the crossfire Of militant families Bursting with Jews We're gonna break it to your folks tonight Kind of hope your Pops don't hear me right Oh, yes.