Disneyland Was Made For You and Me کے بول

Wisemouth Johnny was a gifted child Went out in the world one foggy morn Gazed at the city that lay in ruin Skipped down the road and sang this song Let the wayward children play Let the wicked have their day Let the chips fall where they may I'm going to Disneyland On The Blood Of The Lamb Variety Show See the little preachers all in a row They jump and shout, hoot and holler Prayin' for your salvation dollar Let the wayward children play Let the wicked have their day Let the chips fall where they may I'm going to Disneyland As we contemplate the horror Of the senseless things men do In this search for rhyme or reason One must finally come to view This recurring nightmare madness As merely man's attempt To prove that nothing's sacred That no one is exempt So, let the wayward children play Let the wicked have their day Let the chips fall where they may We're all going to Disneyland It doesn't matter what I say It don't matter what notes I play 'Cause we're all gonna die someday And then we'll all be together in Disneyland