(For the) Children of the Eighties (live version)
We're the children of the eighties haven't we grownWe're tender as a Lotus and we're tougher than a stone.And the age of our innocence is somewhere in the garden.
We like the music of the sixtiesThe Rolling Stones, The Beatles and The Doors.Flower children, Woodstock and the war.
Ah but it's getting harder to deceive us.And we don't care if Dylan's back from JesusJimi Hendrix is playing on.
We know Janis Joplin was the Roseah but all the stuff she put in her arm.We are not alone.
Some of us are the sisters and the brothersWe take a leatherjacket and a single golden earring.Hang out at discos, rock shows, lose our hearing
Take uppers, downers, blues and reds and yellows.Our brains are turning to JelloWe are looking forward to the daysWhen we live inside of a purple haze.And the salvation of the soul is rock and roll
Recently have you looked in our eyesMaybe with your conscience in disguise.We're well informed and we are wisePlease stop telling us lies.We know Afghanistan's invadedAnd we know El Salvador's dictated
Ah but our lives have just begunwe are the warriors of the sun.We're the golden boys and the golden girlsFor a better world.