the little reality-check

Five, four, three, two, one,
Anger will be gone

Dreams of subways
          and sentry guards,
Pinstripe handshakes
          and caviar

They wait for the signal
          and they're pretty simple
And soon they will be gone
          and then there will be none;
They wait for the signal
          and they're pretty simple

Five, four, three, two, one,
Anger will be gone

I'm gonna pray as my children grow;
I'm gonna pray as my children grow

I need to do something,
          my heart's full of nothing
And soon they will be gone
          and then there will be none

Five, four, three, two, one,
Anger will be gone;
Five, four, three, two, one,
Anger will be gone