Baby, don't you know that it is true?
They will throw you to the lions
If you haven't got a clue
Baby, don't you know that you are free
From the shackles you've been locked in
And the lies I've made believe
Pretty little lullaby
With your voice so sweet
Take me to that special place
Where I don't have to think
Baby, don't you know that it's true?
They will build a million fires
With the language that they use
Baby, don't you know that you are free?
In the body that you live in
And the empty things you need
Pretty little lullaby,
with your voice so sweet
Take me to that special place
where I don't have to think
Maybe, when the end is drawing near
We can paint a pretty picture
of this special kind of fear
I said maybe when the end is drawing near
You know we'll paint a pretty picture
of this special kind of fear
You know we'll paint a pretty pic ture
of this special kind of fear
Oh, oh, oh, oh