Project 86 - ...With Regards, T.H. Lyrics

Out of the playground's ashesCome little men with little gamesThey're playing warThey're planning new crusades like new arcadesThe reason for the season is to flood the mediaWith suicidal maniaAnd paint this landscape with this human wasteSo lets all sing a song of loveLets sing sing sing singSing until our throats bleedAnd if this child could sing he would sayI don't need anybodyI don't need anyoneI don't need your guidance homeWatch as I build my empireWatch as I rise and fallWatch as I fight all aloneHistory's a stage for re-runsFor 3 A.M. insomniacs who quote the episodesIf tricycles came with guns we'd all be safeLittle green men didn't come from outer spaceWith coupons in the Sunday PaperThey came from corporate brainsSo until we all confessAnd admit we stole the candyThese little men are playing gamesFrom here to eternityBut I'll be sitting by myself hereWaiting oh so patientlyWaiting for the sky to fallAnd purge frail humanity