Where is all the love?
It's been washed out by the flood
All the kids wear street clothes
On the first Monday of the month
And the principal will moan
When she sees how much I've grown
After 7 years
They stamp our ears
And send us on our own
He folded like a flag
He folded like a scout
He put it in a bag (yeah)
And never took it out
He never had a chance
Because he never took a breath
He tried to hold his ground
And got washed out like the rest
Daddy hold my hand
We're on unstable land
This plane is going to land
In the middle of the ocean
L-E-S-S-A-V-Y-F-A-V
Put your hands across your chest
Put the seat around your neck
Put your head between your knees
And take a last breath