Sally, we've been thrown in Into a limestone riverbed Roots that, in the cliffside Give up growing When I grab on the way down But I woke, sharp and hungry Still a summer, in the afternoon Raised up, from the water, But our brother Couldn't carry me ... Ka! ka! ... But I'll find my own way out of here I'll find my own way out of here Later, in the hallway Killing crickets, with my oldest friends We laugh, free and feral With the power In our innocence Oh, is this so cruel? How fare you? But I'll find my own way out of here I'll find my own way out of here ... Ka! ka! ... Is this so cruel? How fare you? But I'll find my own way out of here I'll find my own way out of here January grows so strange and dangerous Feral children hide their songs in all of us.