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Tytuł: The Kids

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Now we're getting nasty.
  Everybody's talking about the kids
  The kids got funky soul and groove emotion
  But if you don't give the kids the chance to use it
  They're always morethan likely to abuse it
  Everybody's talking about the kids
  It's taking time for you to realise
  Now hunger turns to anger in our eyes
  I say the revolution will be televised
  Yes it will, Gil
  Everybody's talking about the kids
  The kids needs space to get their heads in place
  And every day this world we have to face
  I just can't seem to find my proper place.
  Kids get down
  Stormy weather
  Fifteen years of royal pleasure
  Kids get down underground
  Everybody dance to the funky sound.
  Everybody's talking about the kids
  It won't be long before we get our own
  And every kid can truly feel at home
  I told ya you should give the dog a bone
  Everybody's talking about school
  But I get more pleasure breakin' all the rules
  Cos lesson one begins with "Life Is Cruel"
  Well I guess I'm just an educated fool
  Everybody's talking about the kids
  Mom and Dad make efforts to excuse it
  Government officials will confuse it
  Members of the bench will try to prove it
  You're going down sucker.
  Everybody's talking about the kids now
  Everybody's talking about the kids now
  The kids got funky soul.
  Kids get down
  Stormy weather
  Fifteen years of royal pleasure
  Kids get down, celebrate
  Now we're going to kick the thing we hate
  Everybody's talking about high
  But kids get high to satisfy
  For reaching out to touch the sky
  Is all I can identify, and you know why.
  Kids get down
  Stormy weather
  Fifteen years of royal pleasure
  Kids get down, celebrate
  Now we're gonna kick the thing we hate
  Kids get down, pressurized
  To live the life that you devised
  Kids get, celebrate
  Life's too short to complicate.