(For the) Children of the Eighties
We're the children of the 80's, haven't we grownWe're tender as a lotus and we're tougher than stoneAnd the age of our innocence is somewhere in the garden
We like the music of the 60'sWe think that era must have been niftyFlower children, Woodstock and the WarDirty scandals, cover-ups and moreOh, but it's getting harder to deceive usWe don't care if Dylan's gone to JesusJimi Hendrix is playing onWe know Janis Joplin was the RoseAnd we also know that that's the way it goesWith all the stuff that she put in her armDon't be alarmed
We are the children of the 80's, haven't we grownWe're tender as a lotus and we're tougher than stoneAnd the age of our innocence is somewhere in the garden
Some of us are the sisters and the brothersWho prefer the nighttime for our coverA leather jacket and a single golden earringHang out at discos, rock shows, lose our hearingPut tattoos all up and down our thighsDo anything our parents would despiseTake uppers, downers, blues and reds and yellowsOur brains are turning to JelloWe think that life is overratedLoneliness was underestimatedWe are looking forward to the daysWhen we live inside of a purple hazeWhere the salvation of the soul is rock and roll
We are the children of the 80's, haven't we grownWe're tender as a lotus and we're tougher than stoneAnd the age of our innocence is somewhere in the garden
Some of us may offer a surpriseRecently have you looked in our eyesMaybe we're your conscience in disguiseWe're well informed and we are wisePlease stop telling us liesWe know Afghanistan's invadedWe know Bolivia's dictatedWe know America's inflatedAnd although we do not move in massesWe have lit our candles from your ashesWe are the warriors of the sunThe golden boys and the golden girlsFor a better world
We are the children of the 80's, haven't we grownWe're tender as a lotus and we're tougher than stoneAnd the age of our innocence is somewhere, somewhere in the garden