Kids

[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 bitch
His kids are watching him
And he doesn't know shit
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