(For the) Children of the Eighties (live version)
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 in the garden.
We like the music of the sixties
The 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 Jesus
Jimi Hendrix is playing on.
We know Janis Joplin was the Rose
ah but all the stuff she put in her arm.
We are not alone.
Some of us are the sisters and the brothers
We 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 Jello
We are looking forward to the days
When we live inside of a purple haze.
And the salvation of the soul is rock and roll
Recently have you looked in our eyes
Maybe with your conscience in disguise.
We're well informed and we are wise
Please stop telling us lies.
We know Afghanistan's invaded
And we know El Salvador's dictated
Ah but our lives have just begun
we are the warriors of the sun.
We're the golden boys and the golden girls
For a better world.
