Wise mouth Johnny was a gifted child
went out in the world one foggy morn
gazed at the city that lay in ruin
he skipped down the road and he sang this song
Let the wayward children play
let the wicked have their day
let the chips fall where they may
I'm goin to dis**land
On the 'Blood of The Lamb' variety show
see the little preachers all in a row
They jump and shout, hoot and holler
praying for your salvation dollar
Let the wayward children play
let the wicked have their day
let the chips fall where they may
I'm goin to dis**land
As we contemplate the horror
of the senseless things men do
In the search for rhyme or reason
one must finally come to view
This recurring nightmare madness
as merely man's attempt
to prove that nothing is sacred
and no one is exempt
so
Let the wayward children play
let the wicked have their day
let the chips fall where they may
I'm goin to dis**land