Some of them come now Some of them are running Some of them are looking for fun Some of them are looking for a way out of confusion Some of them don't know what to be Some of them don't know where to go Some of them just got instincts that something's missing from the show Some don't fit society, Insides are crying low Some of them teachers quash the flame before it had a chance to grow Some of them embers do glow Them charcoal, hushed and low Some of them come with the hunger suppressed, not fed Them feel a d**h blow Young man, control in your hand Slam your fist on the table and make your demand Take a stand Fan a fire for the flame of the youth Got the freedom to choose Better make the right move Young man, the power's in your hand Slam your fist on the table and make your demand You better make the right move Focus your own energy Into a laser beam Streaming shattered light Unites to pierce Between the seams And it seems In a world open
Peering, the children see Rapid fire for your mind The "truth" is just a lie They refuse them a way Then say "now why you fall behind?" Some of the children disconnect without the concept This wine is spiritual Emptiness of the youth Said, no respect Young man, control in your hand Slam your fist on the table and make your demand Take a stand Fan a fire for the flame of the youth Got the freedom to choose Better make the right move Young man, the power's in your hand Slam your fist on the table and make your demand You better make the right move Freedom to choose Better make the right move Got the freedom to choose Young man, control in your hand Slam your fist on the table and make your demand Take a stand Fan a fire for the flame of the youth Got the freedom to choose Better make the right move Young man, the power's in your hand Slam your fist on the table and make your demand You better make the right move