Woke up to smoke and mirrors
Stern red voices tell you that you're on your own
You were only six years old
Heat from the barrel steaming
Sends your father straight into the atmosphere
Wishing he could still be here
Caroline
Oh sweet Caroline...
Do you think that we've lost control?
Kids stocking guns and ammo
"Catastrophic" - read it in a magazine
Douse them all in kerosene
I don't want to be righteous
But we both want to believe
There's something bigger than this out there