Lyrics:
day in July
Sun's comin' up, comin' up down on Main Street
Children shout as they're running out to play
Head in my hands here I am standing in my bare
I believe that children are our future;
Teach them well and let them lead the way.
Show them all the beauty they possess inside.
Give them a sense
children (ooh) that's all, after all
Man is an obstacle, sad as the clown, oh by jingo
So hold on to nothing, and he won't let you down, oh by jingo
children (ooh) that's all, after all
Man is an obstacle, sad as the clown, oh by jingo
So hold on to nothing, and he won't let you down, oh by jingo
On this cold day in July
Sun's comin' up, comin' up down on main street
Children shout as they're running out to play
Head in my hands here I am
are dropped on fighting cats
And children's dreams are run with rats
If you complain you disappear
Just like the lesbians and queers
No one can
away
Has the sky lost it's brilliant blue color
Are the robins
Not singing today
Has that river
No reason for running
Or my darling
Are you
I believe the children are our future
Teach them well and let them lead the way
Show them all the beauty they possess inside
Give them a sense
the Moms and Brads are away
To fall in love and fall in debt
To alcohol and cigarettes
And Mary Jane
To keep me insane
Doing someone else's cocaine
The walls are built up stone by stone
The fields divided one-by-one
And the train conductor says
"Take a break, Driver 8, Driver 8, take a break
Away in a Manger
Away in a Manger,
No crib for His bed
The little Lord Jesus
Laid down His sweet head
The stars in the bright sky
Looked down
And when October goes
The snow begins to fly
Above the smokey roofs
I watch the planes go by
The children running home
Beneath a twilight sky
mother earth is dying away
Time's running out
One more tomorrow depends on today
Nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide
Greenhouse condition getting'
Politicians confuse me
I watch the body count rise
Why are the children all marching, Into the desert to die
The human psyche is twisted
The madness rising
The walls are built up stone by stone
The fields divided one-by-one
And the train conductor says
"Take a break, Driver 8, Driver 8, take a break
Away in a manger, no crib for His bed
The little Lord Jesus laid down His sweet head
The stars in the Heavens looked down where He lay
The little
Blowing with the wind of change
Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow dream away (dream away)
In the wind
and Brads are away
To fall in love and fall in debt
To alcohol and cigarettes
And Mary Jane
To keep me insane
Doing someone else's cocaine
And there's
world in the caves of steel, faces are changing
They're the runaways, children of the night, they're the runaways
Running for you rlife, they're
Away in a manger, no crib for a bed
The little Lord Jesus lay down His sweet head
The stars in the sky looked down where He lay
The little Lord
on the levee
Let's don't be like everyone else
With the one-trip rooms, the half-way house
Big black drums beat in the night
Running away, that's what I
Away in a manger, no crib for a bed
The little Lord Jesus lay down His sweet head
The stars in the sky looked down where He lay
The little Lord
I believe that children are our future;
Teach them well and let them lead the way.
Show them all the beauty they possess inside.
Give them a sense
killed it with kisses, and from it she fled
With every bubble she sank with a drink
And washed it away down the kitchen sink
The dog days are over
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