Goodbye happiness and the right to be free
Small children
With bags for eyes
And wooden nails
Speak of a better tomorrow
But they pray for the impossible
And cry… pretty much for death
It’s so sad
No matter how hard
They still love
“Jesus Christ, Lord and Savior, save us please”
And they are
But don’t know it
For the after life is free for them
To rest are better for hell
And the children all have wooden nails
And the children, they’ve got wooden nails
And the children, they’ve got wooden nails
God please save them
And they are saved from rapture
Children all have wooden nails
Children all have wooden nails