Mommy and Daddy blew themselves to bits today.
Voice on the radio says I can't go out and play.
OOOOH, nasty wind took all my kites away.
And we're the children, yeah we're the children; children at the end of the world.
Turn on the TV, but there's nothing there to see.
Went out for the schoolbus, but it didn't come for me.
Ah, how I wish things were just like they used to be.
But we're the children, yeah, we're the children; children at the end of the world
Mommy, Mommy, I think I'm sick; call the doctor, quick, quick, quick!
Doctor, doctor, will I die? Yes my dear, and so shall I.
And we're the children, yeah, we're the children; children at the end of the world.
Winter, 1987?
Believe it or not, this was written while in college, specifically in calculus class.