Oh, Mrs. O.,
Will you tell us where the naughty children go?
Will you show how the sky turned white and everybody froze?
Heaven knows how they got into the fireplace,
But everybody's saying grace
and trying to keep a happy face.

And oh, Mrs. O.,
Will you teach us how to keep from getting cold?
Out we go and you watch us as we face the falling snow.
What a show with our hairdryers aimed heavenwards
And fifty foot extension cords!
You really have a way with words.

The truth won't save you now!
The sky is falling down.
Watch the vultures, count the hours,
April trains may bring strange showers.

Oh, Mrs. O.,
Will you tell about the time they made you go
All alone to the palace where they took your only clothes?
We all know: there's no Hell and no Hiroshima,
Chernobyl was a cover up - the world is really all in love!

And oh, Mrs. O.,
Will you leave us hanging now that we are grown,
Up and old? Will you kill me if I say I told you so?
We all know: there's no Hitler and no holocaust,
No winter and no Santa Clause! And yes, Virginia,
It's all because

The truth won't save you now!
The sky is falling down.
Everything they ever told us
Shakes our faith and breaks their promise,
But you can stop the truth from leaking,
If you never stop believing!