girl? Walk my way, you fucking bitch Child abuse is on my mind Little fucking kids I'm soon to find But it's alright, expose yourself to kids Do it
the nicest Kids in town They're the nicest. Nicest They're the nicest, nicest They're the sugar 'n' spicest, The nicest kids in... Kids in town
: Innocent kids! Young, dumb, and naive Told when to come and when to leave Used and abused, like a bad habit does Then accepted and neglected like
: Its hard to wake up, when the shades have been pulled shut This house is haunted, its so pathetic, it makes no sense at all Im ripe with things to
m a bad kid and I will survive Oh I'm a bad Don't know wrong from right I'm a bad kid and this is my life One of the bad kids Don't know wrong from
: Hey, where have you gone? You used to be the one That we looked up to Seemed like nothing Could break you down How high was your price? Was it worth
York to east California There's a newwave coming I warn you. We're the kids in America . . . We're the kids we're the kids We're the kids in America
bottom to the top Everywhere I go the kids wanna rock Around the world or around the block Everywhere I go the kids wanna rock Everywhere I go the kids
on ya, [Chorus:] We're the kids in America, We're the kids in America, Everybody live for the music around, We're the kids in America, we're the kids
cause we're fast Rock and Roll Kids dancing "We can guzzle 40 Ounce." Rock and Roll Kids dancing "Not right now, it's just for fun." Rock and Roll Kids
: Instrumental
And we're making out We're gonna pretend That we're taking everything yeah They don't know about us Everyone's asleep when we play Yeah, the kids are
something to say I wanna say it now for now is today Life has been given to grab and enjoy So let's all grab and let's all enjoy If the kids are united
We're the kids in America We're the kids in America Everybody live for the music-go-round We're the kids We're the kids We're the kids in America
stone, alone Don't tell the kids, they'll never understand it Don't tell the kids, don't waste your time, yeah Don't tell the kids, they'll never get
the word And all the kids are talking but Nobody's ever heard And everybody's so self-righteous And everybody has got an excuse The kids don't like
: Lippy kids on the corner again Lippy kids on the corner begin Settling like crows Though I never perfected the simian stroll The cigarettes and it
Running on the wrong side of the rails With my boot lace tie and my hand-me-downs You know I run the toughest bunch this side of town Those street kids
