Cold snowy morning
Sirens wail
One off to emergency
Two off to jail.
Brown paper bags
Tinfoil wrappings
Sweet dreams for children
Doomsday tapping.
Living in T-Town
Grinds on the soul
Any faith in living
Is a hard thing to hold.
Brown paper bags
Tinfoil wrappings
Sweet dreams for children
Doomsday tapping.
That five in his pocket
Been watching for a while
Those deft young fingers
Is more his style.
Brown paper bags
Tinfoil wrappings
Sweet dreams for children
Doomsday tapping.
Five for the joker
Working the corner
Picking the bones, of
T-Towns goners.
Brown paper bags
Tinfoil wrappings
Sweet dreams for children
Doomsday tapping.