Children march through gunfire
Yellow popsicle ribbons falling from the sky
Cotton-candy dreams these soft brown eyes have never seen
Love's winding down like a carousel
Love's winding down like a carousel
Swells the fearless on
Drugged ambition they'll
Maim your children and
Fill you're prisons
Children march through gunfire
For a Cracker Jack Jesus
They put it all on the line
The deepest cotton dye from the reddest wine
Love's winding down like a carousel
Love's winding down like a carousel
Swells the fearless on
Drugged ambition they'll
Maim your children and
Fill you're prisons
Soon we'll run, through daisy-strewn fields
Cottonweed blows, with the clouds at our heels
Soon we'll fly, through a watermelon sky
Son takes his bride, on a southern ride