Your words make your head seem pretty big
But will they help me understand?
Will they hide me from your hand?
Your eyes lit up just as Jesus said
Our God seems poor, hungry and sad
Shall we cheer him up as well?
Shall we sip a cup of hell to make us strong?
Your son, he looks just like Peter Pan
But with a huge gun in his hand
Will it help him dig his hole?
Will it keep him from the cold, the lame, the ugly?
And all we need is peace in our savannah
And our savannah is just a piece of what we need
We believe...
Your hair, it looks shocking as can be
And it's probably what set you free
But will it help you love your child?
Will it make me look so wild, so fun, so pretty?
So pretty, so pretty, so pretty, so pretty, soap ready, soap ready
Soap ready, soap ready, so pretty, so pretty, so pretty..