Children Behave,
That's what they say in the sweatshop,
And watch how you weave,
Or you're not gonna get fed

And so we're runnin' just as fast as we can,
Tryin' to get away from The Man,
Tryin' to get away, into the night,
And then you put your arms around me,
And we tumble to the ground,
And then you say,

I think we're alone now,
The overseer doesn't seem to be around.
I think we're alone now,
The beating of Little Timmy is the only sound...