v.1
^CYou who are on the ^Froad must have a ^Ccode that you can ^Glive by
And ^Cso become your^Fself, because the ^Cpast is just a ^Ggoodbye

Chorus:
Teach your children [parents] well
Their father's [children's] hell will slowly go by
And feed them on your dreams
The one they pick's the one you'll know by

Don't you ever ask them why
If they told you, you would cry
So just look at them and sigh...
And know they love you

v.2
And you, of tender years can't know the fears that your elders grew by
And so we help them with your youth, they seek the truth, before they can die

Rpt. Ch.