Billie Joe Armstrong Kids In America
Looking out a dirty old window, down below, the cars in the city
Go rushing by, I sit here alone and I wonder why
Friday night and everyone's moving, I can feel the heat, but it's
Soothing, heading down, I search for the beat in this
Downtown, the young ones are going
Downtown, the young ones are growing
We're the kids in America (Whoa)
We're the kids in America (Whoa)
Everybody live for the music-go-round
Bright lights, the music gets faster, look, boy, don't check your
Watch, not another glance, I'm not leaving now, honey, not a
Chance, hot-shot, give me no problems, much later, baby, you'll be
Saying "Never mind," you know life is cruel, life is never
Kind hearts don't make a new story
Kind hearts don't grab any glory
We're the kids in America (Whoa)
We're the kids in America (Whoa)
Everybody live for the music-go-round
Sha la la la-la la-la
Sha la la la la-la la (Sing!)
Sha la la la-la la-la
Sha la la la-la la
Come closer, honey, that's better, got to get a brand new
Experience, feeling right, oh, don't try to stop, baby, hold me tight
Outside, a new day is dawning, outside, suburbia's sprawling
Everywhere, I don't want to go, baby
New York to East California
There's a new wave coming, I warn ya
We're the kids in America (Whoa)
We're the kids in America (Whoa)
Everybody lives for the music-go-round
Sha la la la-la la-la
Sha la la la la-la la (Sing!)
Sha la la la-la la-la
Sha la la la-la la
We're the kids, we're the kids
We're the kids in America
We're the kids, we're the kids
We're the kids in America
