Them kids – Sam Roberts 0
No fears more alone
Then their just another dyin’ freak
You never feel at home
When you’re just another mouth to feed
I want live into your logical time
Because I’m
Still in my biological prime
Nobody listens to what they can hear
Nobody listens when we disappear
Flip your man a chord
And play a sounds on his guitar
Yeah on the street corner
Feeling like a patron of the arts
And now the kids don’t know how to dance to rockin’ roll
I said the kids don’t know how to dance to rockin’ roll