there's a man with a heart of yarn around this neighborhood   you got the scissors to cut the strip from the ???   you got no reason for your voice, you got no reason for your soul.    if one man could change ten men then 10 could change all   when the ink starts to run red blood   when will we learn to rip the pages of ???      theres no more child in me   theres no more child in me   theres no more child in me   theres no more child in me      now im tapping like ive got something to say   but these words wont carry in a crowded place   six roses are standing in the garden of green   but ask not so we shall drown in the heat   im breathing in all the lies that you told me   but what happens when the peopel are listening      theres no more child in me   theres no more child in me   theres no more child in me   theres no more child in me      when you die are you going to heaven   you mind's so scared that its breathing to thinning   theres no truth to being alive   its just the truth that you are alive      theres no more child in me   theres no more child in me   theres no more child in me   theres no more child in me      theres no more child in me   theres no more child in me   theres no more child in me   theres no more child in me