Made For Fame Records - Kids lyrics

[Outro: MayDay] Kids walking on the streets Kids eating up their fatigue Walking up to satisfaction That's been dug up with defeat Kids learning how to breathe Kids fearing to walk alone These days no one knows Where the hell they're going Kids listening to the preachers Kids abiding by the sinners Practicing things they see on TV Taking things they don't need Stealing liquor from the cabinets Parents can put them up high But they'll still grab them Just like their fathers did Cause he learned how to manage Getting drunk and not knowing where he is Not knowing that this is a home And he's surrounded by his kids Thinking that he's still twenty That he can get any b**h His kids are watching him And he doesn't know sh** Kids growing up to be who they hated Despising themselves Thinking they'll never make it Unless they're somebody else And some hope finds its way Underneath their cushions I hope the pavements Don't start another revolution And more tokens for his pride And one for his belt Using it on the innocent But know that he'll soon feel Exactly what these kids did The day they were abandoned I hope his lust and ego Can somehow manage The karma that comes around And sometimes goes in circles If I didn't say it enough Let me spill it for the court That these kids need love And they need some support