Joan Baez Children Of The 80's
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 It's 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 gone to Jesus Jimmy 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. We're the children of the eighties haven't we grown . . . 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 We are the children of the eighties haven't we grown . . . 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 Afganistan's invaded and we know El Salvador's dictated Ah but our lives have just begun we are the warriers of the sun. We're the golden boys and the golden girls For a better world. We are the children of the eighties haven't we grown . . .
