Kids

There’s a straw queen tripping in the back room (aha)
She got her fast track living in the bedroom (aha)
If we could turn these tricks, we would all be rich
There’s a candle lighting up my own tomb
All the bodies sway

Kids are alright
Kids are alright
Kids are alright
Every second, every minute, every hour, no the)

There’s a warm plate calling in the school yard (aha)
She got her wings while waiting for the teacher (aha)
And if we take these pills, we could all have thrills,
We could end this hell?
And all the bodies sway

Kids are alright (whoo)
Kids are alright (whoo)
Kids are alright (whoo)
And all the kids they go, and all the kids they go

Don’t promise me you’re gonna get honest
Bending the machine
There you lie, lit like a goddess
Grow up baby sleaze

I got that little missile
I got that medicine
You got that baggie what?
That came fast, whoah
you got that little missile
You got that, alright
Now there’s an empty bottle
There go the kids…

Kids are alright (whoo)
Kids are alright (whoo)
Kids are alright (whoo)
And all the kids they go, and all the kids they go

Don’t promise me you’re gonna get honest
Bending the machine
There you lie, lit like a goddess
Grow up baby sleaze

Kids are alright (whoo)
Kids are alright (whoo)
Kids are alright (whoo)
And all the kids they go, and all the kids they go...