(You!) Who are you? You have no talent. You're a bad juggler. You can't walk the high wire. You can't tame a tiger. Then I'll be a clown like my grandfather
Hey, hey old bean and you to baby sweetness Yeah, this is Pops, and I'm back in the studio And I didn't have to break in this time I'm back as a special
We walk the streets in tattered armies We got the lion in our heart We're not lookin' for trouble, just for some fun But we're all ready if you wanna'
Children go where I send thee How shall I send thee? I'm gonna send thee two by two Two by Paul and Silas One by the little bitty baby Born, born, born
When I'm alone, I often think of an old house on the hill Of a big yard hedged in roses where we ran and played at will And when the night time brought
(David Christopher) Dark night broken lights A boy on the corner with his hands held high He sees a gun sees an eye But he'd rather get shot than give
Me and my children Together once in a while We go walking and talking Seeing them smile and Run and play Reading their minds Ever growing wiser What to
There's a new generation Who would ever have guessed All around the world And I must confess When I was just a young lad I wished I could be playing the
Attention all parents Report to your local therapist Report to your local church Report to your local police department, it's goin' down Carry into my
Revolution in their minds - the children start to march Against the world in which they have to live and all the hate that's in their hearts They're tired
[All Three] We're the kids We're the kids We're the kids of the future [x2] [Joe] Standing on a dirty, old rooftop Down below the cars in the city go
It's a big old existential world Made just for a boy and girl It requires a thousand eyes For hidden tears Find a room that's furthest from the flames
Children go where I send Thee How will I send thee Oh I'm gonna send thee one by one one was a little bitty baby born, born in Bethlehem Two was
In times of trouble When all the world seems, oh, so dark And I can't find a way to cope When deep down inside me I can no longer feel the spark
We're the children of the eighties haven't we grown We're tender as a Lotus and we're tougher than a stone. And the age of our innocence is somewhere
Little Annie, Fannie Morgan and Christian Katy and Nathan Tommy and Zem Zem Alex and J.J. Tai and Ezekiel Amy and Josie Matthew and Mosie Sweet Pearl
Oh, now is the time for your loving, dear And the time for your company Now, when the light of reason fails And fires burn on the sea Oh, now in this
Late at night when all the world is safe Within their dreams, I walk the shadows Late at night an empty feeling creeps Within my soul, I feel so lonely