The Candyland Riots
Robert Pollard
Over the flames, the plastic airplanes circled
And every ambulance harmonized
A glorious yellow smoke filled the eyes
Of the baby giants given astro-taffy
To keep them happy
While the war raged on
And the friendly army drove to beat the band
How did you escape?
Your door was locked, the exit's blocked
Now I know it's not so impossible
Now I know we can't go back to where we were
We're back to where we'll be
Ooh, back to where we were, we'll be
