Lyrics:
smiled upon the crowd
Their music being born of love
Children danced night and day
Religion was being born
Down in Monterey
The birds
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
And say America's some motherfuckin' apple pie
Yo, you gotta be high to believe that
You're gonna change the world by a sticker on a record sleeve
Cos
Give me a rush like you wouldn't believe
My head's about to bust
Acceleratin' what drives me
Hope I don't gotta die to see, see, I can't lie to me
I
Wish the world was run by all little children
We could be happy again
And we won't hurt when we're like little children
We won't ever feel
Did you ever see the faces of children
They get so excited.
Waking up on Christmas morning
Hours before the winter sun's ignited.
They believe in
rushed
Snitchin' on them golden boys with the gold trust
Represented by the lawyers with gold cuffs
They order sweet potato with the gold crust
Take the children and yourself
And hide out in the cellar
By now the fighting will be close at hand
Don't believe the church and state
smiled upon the crowd
Their music being born of love
Children danced night and day
Religion was being born
Down in Monterey
The Byrds
little children
And we know what we want
And the future is certain
Give us time to work it out
Yeah
We're on a road to nowhere
Come on inside
the product, the producer
"See you are what you are in this world"
The gangster is absorbed and adored by those that don't understand the laws that govern
A teacher came into the city
And Galilee was eager to hear
What the teacher said turned the peoples heads
And set the city right on it's ear
He
is found
He'll keep our feet on solid ground
Sometimes we have to just believe
What He put in the Book for us to read
Satan you can't fool this
Windows in New York City
All dressed up with ribbons and smiles
Snow covers the park like a carpet
And bills on white carriages roll by in style
St.
run in my cup
Rose gold like a band-aid over my cut
Tailored in plush and corrupt, no discussion
Cross me so much, I got nails in my hand
City
wonder, what's your name?
Looking for the sun that Neil Young hung
After the gold rush of 1971
I just found out her ghost left town
The Queen
Where's the pot of gold
And I, I
I look to the children
I took a walk by the sea
I'd forgotten what it meant to me
Some things we should carry from
of our children!!
What have we become? (they tell you what to)
Pseudomai
What have we become? Nation by nation
They tell you what to believe (and you
checked out this duck quack
Who laid a big egg, oh so black
It shone just like gold.
And the kids from the city,
Finding it pretty, took it home,
Oh ho, ho ho ho, ooh, hoo
Childhood part of my life, it wasn't very pretty
You see, I was born and raised in the slums of the city
It was a one
everything operates by computers
Then what happens when circuit breaks?
Y2k's the big scare
Scientists say we ain't prepared
What I feel is contrare
to give
He aches and he learns to live
He stakes all his silver
On a promise to be free
Mermaids live in colonies
All his sea dreams come to me
City
another
Long and sleepless night
A hundred crazy voices call my name
As I try to pass them by
I almost can believe that she is here
Here, In the glow
the children played
One child was me
And I still believe that's how it's meant to be
[CHORUS]
On Christmas eve
All around the world
Everybody's wishes are
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