Childhood's End

You're childhood has ended,

Nothing remains

They feel you are ready to

Enter their game.

So they give you a number

Instaed of your name

And they say "Don't you worry

It'll all turn out the same"

Society breaks down now

Who is to blame?

They're pointing their fingers 

The fools are the same!

When will we wake up

To find something new?

Tell us the truth

It's all we ask of you. . .

Don't you ask any questions

Don't you mention any names,

They have ears all around us

Nothing is safe.

Nothings quite as simple

As they taught you it would be

They make it so very hard for

A man to live quietly

Society breaks down now

Who is to blame?

They're pointing their fingers 

The fools are the same!

When will we wake up

To find something new?

Tell us the truth

It's all we ask of you Oh!

Society breaks down now

Who is to blame?

They're pointing their fingers 

The fools are the same!

Get up from your desks

And witness the truth

Tell us you knew

What it was coming to. . . 

Now your Childhood has ended

There is nothing left to say,

'Cept I hope you can cope and

Wait for a better day.

This is a song I wrote a long time ago. Friends have inspired me to re record this! Originally it was recorded with my band Mirth in Canada (early 70's?) It was recorded by Travis James Manning at Nasty Cactus Studio, with Tim McKellar on bass, and Paul Walter Kimball on percussion and trumpet.