Hey mom! It's 9: AM and I don't want to go Oh, son I want you to know, there's a lesson to be taught And some stories to be told I sat down on a bench, but my mind was somewhere else Nearly fell asleep but I woke up to the bells People started singing in strange languages and forms While a guy behind a keyboard hit emotional chords The dark side of the light Is always shining bright So let the deaf lead the choir And let the blind lead the blind Let Son of Sam watch your kids and sing the lullaby A fat American guy said he knew a scheme For successfull living and the American dream For some reason he asked for money though he didn't look poor In his Valentino suit, custom made for sure. "Catchers" he screamed, but I never fell "Oh, you have swallowed a spirit belonging to hell" It was true I felt sick, but it was due to the noise Cause he yelled like a school girl watching Backstreet Boys The dark side of the light Is always shining bright So let the deaf lead the choir And let the blind lead the blind Let Son of Sam watch your kids and sing the lullaby