S.O.S.

I can hear lots of "wise men" talking:

"We all live in a peaceful land!"

Certainly I know that they are wrong

It's the same old jazz, the same old song

I cry:

"S.O.S, save our souls!

Don't you believe, we're in danger!"

In our schools there is hate and violence

Panic sneaks through our darkened streets

We must wake up now to see the truth

What is wrong with this hateful youth

I cry:

"S.O.S, save our souls!

Don't you believe, we're in danger!"

Who's calling the shots

Who knows now what to do

We're reaching the point of no return

We're close to the end

Our kids cry out for help

When push comes to shove, they will burn

S.O.S, I'm calling out

Who's calling the shots

Who knows now what to do

We're reaching the point of no return

We're close to the end

Our kids cry out for help

When push comes to shove, they will burn