There's fuel in a hand shake And power in a smile Energy to spare And time to reconcile In every blade of grass And breath of air A future sitting there And you don't care about the children There's plenty where they're from To populate the garden Of uranium There's power in a sun ray And travel on the tide Hurricanes and storms To saddle up and ride In every wind of change On any side An idea to be tried And you don't care about the children... And then there are the meglos With power in their hands Dumping lethal waste In shallow pasturelands Scattering suicide Into the winds And no one understands And they don't care about the children...
